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made her wetter. He spread her legs wid e, licked his fingers and thrust two inside her center. Her body eagerly accepted the fullness. The swift movements of his hand taunted and teased. Her core trembled to the brink of explosion. As he positioned himsel f, he removed his finger s, leaving her hungry and void. He held his rod and stroked the tip along her folds. Her body beckoned for him to enter her. She exhaled slightly as he guided his cock insid e, releasing her trapped anguish.
    “ Tell me you want me .” His voice echoed in her head.
    He dipped into her se x, then quickly pulled out. She attempted to move with hi m, not wanting to lose the fullness of him. She started to reach for hi m, to pull him clos e, desperate to end her suffering. Restricted by her bind s, he laid just beyond her reach. She sneered in frustration. To add to her madnes s, agai n, he barely entered and drew back. She fell back and cursed the bindings keeping her at bay.
    He leaned dow n, close to her ea r, his shaft rubbing her sensitive clit .“ All you have to do is tell me you want me . ”
    His torture was excruciating .“ I want yo u , ” she whispered breathlessly.
    “ You want who ? ”
    If she could get her hands fre e, she would slit his throat. The friction of the coo l, smooth skin of his cock against her swollen clit sent delicious waves of heat throughout her body .“ I. Want. You . ”
    “ And who am I ?” The dangerously feral undercurrent in his voice demanded an answer.
    Her will no longer her ow n, she submitted to him .“ Xavier . ”
    A seismic tremor ripped through her body as he buried himself to the hilt in her molten need. As she opened her eye s, she realized Sean no longer existed. Xavier was all that remained. The raw lust in the emerald pools glaring down at her floated electric currents over her skin. He bent her legs further back. His next thrust transformed the currents into bolts of lightning. The power of his movements lifted her off the mattress. The leather strap bit angry welts into her wrists.
    He held her lower half in midai r, banging her into oblivion. Energy swirled within her body. She clawed at her bind s, desperate to feel his bod y, frustrated at the lack of control. His fingers molded into the flesh above her hip s, guiding her brutally along his length. He filled her to the brink each time he slammed into her se x, stretching her to her limits. Greedil y, she milked every inch of him.
    He doubled her ove r, cradling her in his arm s, her knees folded into her chest. Not able to take anymor e, she yanked hard on her restraint s, breaking the headboard. She sat u p, switching their positio n, and looped her still - bound hands around his neck. He pounded his cock into her. Bell parted her legs furthe r, giving him full access to her body. She clenched around his thickness. Xavier grunted her nam e, as her ho t, wet sheath swallowed him completely.
    She licked the t a ut tendon at the base of his nec k, relishing his salty tast e, and whispere d, “ Who wants whom now ? ”
    “ Hate chicks with fucking fancy e du c a t i o n s , ” he spat and buried his cock in her again.
    She leaned into hi m, her forehead resting on his. Their bodie s, slick with swea t, meshed together in erotic turmoil. Rotating her hip s, she rode him hard. Her thigh muscles propelled her up and down his rigid cock. His fingers dug deep into her ass cheek s, as his body tensed. She knew he was close. And she was even closer.
    Xavier rolled them onto the mattress. He leveraged one leg on his shoulder and continued his delicious assault on her body. Her nails drew blood from his arms. He reached up and pinched her nippl e, drowning her erotic rapture. Never had she come this hard. She locked into a tight ball of sensitivity. Her teeth sank into his shoulder to keep from screaming. As soon as she broke ski n, he cried out her name and shuddered his release.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
     
    Holy fucking