How The Warrior Fell (Falling Warriors series Book 1) (38 page)

Tears spilled over from Leawyn’s eyes, and she shook in Xavier’s arms when he pulled her forward gently, cradling her against him.

They stood like that for a long while, as another broken piece of their hearts settled into where it belonged.

Each other’s.

They were quiet as they trekked back up to their village. When they were done bathing, Xavier found there were two sets of clean clothes waiting for them hanging on a tree. When he looked over at Leawyn in question, she just smiled and threw on the dress that was set out for her.

Leawyn came prepared.

It did not escape his notice that most of the villagers did not meet his gaze as they walked past. The few who were brave enough smiled at Leawyn, and gave him a jerky nod before hurrying away. It didn’t surprise him. They were bound to have heard Hiinex’s screams as he tortured him. It didn’t seemed to bother Leawyn in the slightest as she continued to smile and call out pleasantries in return of those who did so with her.

When they finally reached their hut, Xavier was relieved. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. He waited until Leawyn shut the door before he turned on her.

She gasped when he spun her around, her hands slamming onto the wall to balance herself. She moaned and arched her back when Xavier flipped her dress over so her bottom half was bare. Leawyn’s breath seemed to be coming out in short pants. He was sure that she could hear Xavier undoing his belt, the soft sounds of metals clinking together. He knew the moment she felt his silky smooth head brushing against her entrance, because her muscles coiled in anticipation. It made Xavier want to tease her more. He wanted her to beg for it. More than that, he wanted her to tell him she wanted him.

Xavier paused, leaning over Leawyn and brushing her hair away from her neck with one hand so his lips were at her ear.

“Tell me you want it,” Xavier said huskily, thrusting against her in slow, deliberate movements so she felt his length sliding against her, getting covered in her slickness. Leawyn moaned softly, shaking her head in refusal. He felt her shiver as his low chuckle raised the hairs on the back of her neck.

“Tell me,” Xavier persisted, and Leawyn growled in impatience, thrusting back against him. Xavier chuckled again and moved back, his hand grasping her hips to still her.

“Tell me, Leawyn, and I’ll give you what you want,” he said softly, his voice like smooth silk. Xavier gripped himself, slowly rubbing himself against her. Every so often, he would push the engorged head in, gathering her juices, but every time Leawyn pushed back against him to impale herself, he would pull away.

“Xavier . . .” Leawyn whimpered in need when he slipped a hand between them and played with the nub that brought her pleasure. “Please . . .” Leawyn gasped against the sensation.

Xavier’s fingers were slick with her juices, making it easier for him to rub his fingers against her in slow circles. He used just enough pressure to build her up until she was gasping and moaning, but not enough to let her climax.

“Bastard,” Leawyn gritted out when, once again, Xavier pulled his fingers away right when she was a breath away from orgasm.

“Tell me, Leawyn, and I’ll give you exactly what you want and more,” Xavier growled, pulling her hips against his so she could feel exactly how hard he was. “Just say the words, Leawyn. I’ll take you so hard until I’m balls deep and you’ll be screaming my name until your throat is raw. You’ll be begging me to stop, to let you rest, but I won’t. I’ll keep ravishing what’s mine until your knees are weak, your body is shaking, and you’re too damn tired to stand up. All you have to do is say. The. Words.” Each word spoken was followed by a thrust of his hips.

“Tell me to take you, Leawyn,” Xavier growled into her ear, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of her hair, holding her steady as his lips locked around her neck, suckling and biting the skin there as his fingers started their steady rhythm on her most sensitive place of pleasure. Pressing down, then rubbing, then pressing down again, all in quick succession.

It was too much.

“Xavier,” Leawyn gasped out, her body shaking as the slow swirl of need pooled at her gut. “Please . . . take me. I need you inside me.”

Leawyn barely finished her sentence before Xavier slammed into her, doing exactly what he promised and filling her to the brim the exact moment he pressed his fingers fully against her. With a cry, Leawyn shattered, and Xavier groaned as she clamped around him, her inner muscles spasming with her climax.

Still, he didn’t stop. He never faltered at his teeth-shattering pace. The sounds of their joining filled the room, and Leawyn’s moans and cries of pleasure got progressively louder.

“You like that?” Xavier panted, digging his fingers into her hips. He was sure to leave bruises, but Leawyn didn’t care. As long as he didn’t stop. “Tell me!”

A sharp slap on her ass made Leawyn gasp in surprise and arch her back against him. Xavier leaned over her so his harsh breaths were right in her ear. “I think you like that too, don’t you?”

Another slap landed on Leawyn’s ass, the sound reverberating around them. Leawyn whimpered, arching her back at the sting. “You do like it; I can feel it. How wet you get around me,” Xavier grinned carnally as Leawyn grew even slicker with her arousal.

“You might not want to admit it, but that’s fine because your moans and whimpers are about to turn into screams. Loud enough for the whole village to hear you. Want to know why?”

Xavier slapped her ass again, hard enough to cause Leawyn to cry out and throw her head back.

“Because you’re mine, Leawyn,” Xavier growled, and with that, he stopped holding back.

Grabbing Leawyn’s shoulder, he pushed her down so she was completely bent over for him, her ass high in the air as he thrust into her with an almost brutal intensity. His palm smacked her globes rhythmically, each one slightly harder than the last. She knew they they blushed a rosy red.

Leawyn couldn’t describe the sensations that were taking over her. Each soul-shattering thrust Xavier made inside her brought her higher and higher, the inferno inside unkempt. She lost count of how many times she’d climaxed, and she was delirious from the pleasure. She didn’t want to admit it, but Xavier was right. Each slap against her bottom brought a sharp sting of pain that quickly morphed into pleasure. Her body was a traitor. The sticky wetness sliding down her legs was evidence enough.

Leawyn felt Xavier bend over her form, his hands grasping her breasts and pulling her back, forcing her to cling to his legs with the back of hers as Xavier controlled their movements, tossing her up and down so she slid over his length continuously. The sharp stab of uncontrollable pleasure this new position caused as Xavier hit something deep inside her gave him what he wanted so desperately.

Leawyn screamed, her body spasming wildly as if she were possessed when she lost the battle and was overcome with her near-orgasm.

“Who do you belong to?” Xavier whispered sensually into her ear, lifting her higher up his body. When Leawyn didn’t respond, he stopped his movements and spun her around in his arms, bending so her back met the wall.

She cried out in indignation, her climax that was in reach slowly dissipating. Her eyes flew open to stare at Xavier with anger, and she scowled.

“You bastard!” she cried out, jerking against his hips to urge him so she could find the release she was craving.

Xavier smirked smugly at her, thrusting into her leisurely, keeping her on the brink. “Who do you belong to?” Xavier asked again, his smirk growing when Leawyn hissed at him like a wet kitten.

“Xavier, if you don’t shut up and finish what you started . . .” Leawyn trailed off, her eyes flashing with heat and arousal.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make threats, wife,” Xavier told her, and Leawyn whimpered when Xavier pulled her down and impaled himself deep within her. He clasped her hips tight to keep her still when she went to raise herself up. “Who do you belong to?” Xavier’s voice was husky with his arousal, and Leawyn felt satisfaction that he was just as affected as she was.

Her arousal and annoyance with Xavier not giving her what she wanted was the only explanation she had for what she said next. “Well, if you made me scream your name like you said you would, you wouldn’t have to ask me that question, now would you?”

It was silent as Xavier stared at her blankly, as if he didn’t fully comprehend what she said. Leawyn felt a shot of victory. She bent forward, grabbing a fistful of his hair and jerking him closer to her so they were a breath away from their lips touching.

“I’m not screaming, so what are you going to do about it?” Leawyn taunted in a sexy whisper. Xavier’s expression grew stormy; his eyes flashing as his strong arms lifted her up effortlessly and slammed her home. Her pelvis dug into his, as over and over, Xavier lifted her and slammed her down onto his length until Leawyn was sure he was hitting her cervix. The only thing Leawyn could do was grip his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin as she clung to him weakly. Xavier took complete control of her body and their movements.

For hours, Xavier didn’t stop, and before long, he got exactly what he wanted. Over and over again, Leawyn screamed out his name until her voice was raw, and she was too tired to move.

She opened her eyes weakly, her vision hazy with the exhaustion that came with a woman being satisfied when she felt her back meet the soft animal furs of her bed.

Meticulously, Xavier undressed her. Unbuttoning her shirt top and lifting her arms up one by one to slide it off her. Leawyn tiredly watched him as Xavier then started to untie her skirt. He brought his arm underneath her to lift her hips up as his other hand slid her skirt down her legs. Xavier stood long enough to take off his own clothes, before he climbed back into bed and pulled her back against his chest.

Leawyn sighed contentedly, the heavy weight of Xavier’s arm lulling her into a deep sleep.

She thought she heard Xavier whisper something to her, but she was out before she could ask him what he said.

It was dark and silent as the weakened and bloody form hung from the ceiling with his head hanging down. The air shifted, and slowly, painfully, Hiinex lifted his head to meet the eyes of the man standing before him.

“I was wondering when you’d come,” Hiinex gasped out, his voice garbled by the blood filling his mouth. Each word he spoke brought him pain as the leftover flesh of his face stretched with the movement his jaw made. Hiinex’s body was indistinguishable by the blood that covered his entire form and the few patches of skin he had left hanging by a thin membrane.

“I did what you asked,” Hiinex gasped, coughing. “I won’t survive the night. Please . . . just put me out of my misery,” Hiinex whispered at his silent leader.

“You did good,” the voice spoke, the twinge of pain in the words hinting at the sense of loss he felt. If Hiinex could have managed a smile, he would have given it to him.

“Say goodbye to her for me, and tell her I did not suffer,” Hiinex whispered, his voice thick with loss as his eyes softened with love.

When the man nodded, Hiinex sighed in relief and closed his eyes. He held onto the image of the little brown-haired girl with curls as she smiled up at him with childish delight.