Xavier: (Indestructible) (11 page)

“X,” she whimpered as he ground his hips into hers. She
maintained her grip around his steely length.

He lowered his head and took her lip between his teeth,
nibbling the plump flesh.

Cassandra loved how his big body shivered and he pulsed in her
hand as she glided her palm over him, curling her fingers, gently squeezing and
pumping his shaft.

Xavier groaned and deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue and
thrusting his hips into her fist until his skin grew dewy with a light sheen of
sweat. He lifted her in his arms.

She was so busy reveling in his impressive strength that she
was only vaguely aware of him lifting her, placing her on the cool sheets again,
and following her to lie on top of her without breaking their kiss. She was
overwhelmed by him, his taste, his scent, his masculine warmth. He released her
lips, rested his forehead against hers, and gazed into her eyes with such lust
that she shivered anew from the searing awareness that rocked her.

Winding her arms around his neck, she clutched him tighter to
her, loving his bulky frame bearing down on her and his hard muscles acting
like an erotic stimulant on her sensitive skin.

Xavier slowly and meticulously kissed, nibbled, and caressed
every inch of her body, his hands and lips caressing erogenous areas of her
skin she had no idea she had. His love was in every kiss, every touch, and
every whisper of appreciation for her. He worshiped her body as if it was the
most sacred temple.

She couldn’t withstand the sensual bombardment. No matter how
much she pleaded, he refused to be rushed. By the time he aligned the broad
head of his cock to her sleek opening, she was mindlessly begging him for his
possession. With a gentle care she appreciated, given his size and power, he fed
her his shaft inch by aching inch.

Cassandra moaned in both pleasure and slight discomfit. His
cock was wedged into her tight walls, plowing through tissue that had never
been breached.

“Relax, Cass,” he murmured, coaxing with his hands, massaging
her ass and thighs. The deep baritone of his voice seared through her, melting
her stiff limbs and easing her muscles. She helplessly widened her thighs, and
her inner walls relaxed to let him slide deeper into her heat.

Unable to fully seat his entire length into her, Xavier scraped
the hard, rigid length against the sensitive flesh of her clit as he glided
rhythmically in and out of her, sinking deeper and deeper into her with each
swivel of his hips. Holding her hands above her head in one fist, he bent his
head and took a beaded nipple into his mouth. Each stroke of his cock was
deliberate, torturously slow and deep. He played her body like a fine-tuned
instrument, driving into her with dominant, deep thrusts.

Her cries and his groans echoed throughout the room, both in a
mindless symphony of an expression of love that was as old as time.

He rooted from one nipple to the next while stroking tenderly
into her, sending sharp bolts of sizzling urgency reeling throughout her body.

“Oh God, X,” she sobbed as myriad sensations assailed her. Her
senses short-circuited, and she burst into flames, splintering into a
mind-numbing orgasm.

Xavier held her glistening amber gaze as she climaxed around
him, her inner walls squeezing his cock and her juices coating him as he drove
in and out of her heat. He raised her legs higher on his back and ground his
hips in deliberately, thrusting in and then slowly pulling out of her and
repeating the sweet swivel of his hips over and over again. He watched his cock
disappear into her molten core. The erotic sight of her closing around him,
swallowing his granite length, made him even harder, pulsing with red-hot lust.
With primitive instincts rising swiftly to the surface, he wanted to mark her
as his. Burying his head in the fragrant cavity of her neck, he gripped her
skin between his teeth, sucking the tender spot and marking her. He increased
the speed of his thrusts, hard and deep.

Her soft cries filled the room.

Everything about her, the sexy moans, soft skin, feminine scent,
and her heat gripping his cock ratcheted up his need, sending blazing sensation
up his spine. He toppled over the edge and lost all control, exploding in a
blistering climax.

Feeling lethargic and completely weak in every limb of his
body, Xavier rolled slightly to the side of her to remove his bulk from her
smaller frame. He wrapped her against him with his left leg thrown over her
thighs and his arm around her stomach. He couldn’t bear being separated from
her. Cassandra snuggled closer, wiggling until his chest covered her back and
his hips cradled her bottom, his still-hard cock nestled at the seam of her ass
cheeks; showing that she didn’t want to be away from him either.

“Thank you,” she mumbled and then snuggled deeper against him
in contentment.

“No, thank you, sweetheart,” Xavier said humbly. He kissed the
top of her head softly. “Thank you for trusting me with your body. Did I hurt
you?”

Cassandra smiled.

He felt her happiness deep in his bones; nothing else had ever
made him so happy. It was a feeling that was alien to him, an awe of having
such a beautiful creature want him, who could possibly love him. He wanted that
so much his yearning almost hurt. For now, he would just enjoy the bliss of
having her in his arms.

“No, it was more beautiful than I ever imagined,” she finally
whispered.

Xavier hugged her tighter. “I never meant for this to happen. Now
that it has, I pray you don’t regret giving yourself to me.”

“No, never.”

He sighed deeply. “You’re mine now.” His voice was grave,
daring her to deny it.

She turned and held his gaze, and her eyes sparkled with humor.
“I hope you know that this goes both ways. Yes, I’m yours, but you’re also
mine. I’m not letting you go, X. So whatever hang-ups you have about us, get
over them. Besides, after your stalkerish behavior, you deserved to be stalked
in return.”

He kissed her ear and then her neck. “I’m glad we agree. I want
you to stay here with me tonight.”

Cassandra giggled. “I don’t think so, lover boy. Just because I
slept with you, it doesn’t mean that I’m going to sleep with you.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that, until there’s a ring on this finger, I’m not
living in sin with you.”

“I have news for you; you’ve already sinned.” Xavier chuckled.
“Are you proposing to me?”

She lightly punched him in the bicep. “You’re not going to
think it’s so funny when Qin proposes to me.”

He flipped her over onto her back and loomed over her, all
traces of humor erased from his face. “Don’t even fuckin’ joke about that shit.
Do you understand me? You’re mine, dammit!”

“I hear ya.” She laughed as he continued to glare down at her.
“I’m still not sleeping here tonight though.”

Now that she’d reminded him about the Asian, his caution about
the danger Qin posed returned. “I can’t trust that those idiot brothers of
yours are going to protect you from an asshole like Qin.”

“I’ve known men like Qin all my life. My brothers don’t need to
protect me because I can protect myself,” Cassandra insisted.

Xavier rolled to his feet, reached down, and lifted her in his
arms. “Come, take a shower with me. I don’t have the strength to argue further
with your stubborn behind.”

Cassandra started laughing and teasing him about not being able
to handle a strong woman.

A few minutes later, she was no longer laughing. He was so deep
inside of her that she was crying out in ecstasy.

Oh yeah, I can handle a strong woman just fine.

Warm water cascaded over them, steaming up the large
wall-to-wall glass shower. Xavier had her back anchored against the wet tiled
wall and her long legs wrapped around his waist as he sawed up into her. He
could feel the muscles in his thighs, butt, stomach, and back ripple and
contract with each swivel of his hips. He was hard as steel, piercing into her
with frenzied lust. The scent of their loving filled his nostrils, forcing a feral
growl of lust from deep in his throat.

She quivered violently against him, her hot sex closing around
his cock, sucking him deeper inside of her. She surrendered to him completely,
allowing him to twist her, take her anyway he wanted. Her blind trust was like
an aphrodisiac, stoking the flames of his lust to new levels. He pounded into
her with unbridled abandonment, no longer able to control his desire.

Cassandra tightened her legs around his waist and her arms
around his neck. She threw her head back against the tiled wall and cried out
as she fractured and splintered into another orgasm.

He drove up into her one last time before following her into his
own blazing release.

***

Much later, after they had both fallen into a deep sleep,
Cassandra woke feeling at first disoriented and then felt absolute bliss being
cocooned in his arms. She loved the way his long legs were intertwined with
hers, his arms wrapped around her stomach, and the heat of his body at her back.
He made her feel cherished, safe, and loved. The thought of leaving this haven to
go home to a virtual war zone was not at all palatable. She closed her eyes and
cuddled closer to him but whispered reluctantly, “I need to get home, X.”

“You’re already home. You’re just too damn stubborn to admit
it,” Xavier grumbled.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but this isn’t your home either,” she
mumbled.

He flipped her over onto her back and pinned her to the bed
with his bulk on top of her. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He kissed her softly
on the lips. “Anywhere you are
is
my home.”

“Ahh, that was so sweet,” Cassandra teased, grinning up at him.
“However, I still need to get home.” She wound her arms around his neck and
pulled his head back toward her to receive her kiss. In seconds the kiss
deepened and turned carnal, red-hot need sizzling through her.

Xavier lifted his head and slowly moved away from her to sit up
on the edge of the bed. “No, sweetheart, we have to stop.” His breathing was erratic,
fractured. “You’ll be too sore tomorrow.”

Cassandra sat up as well and draped herself over his broad
back. She sneakily abraded her aroused nipples against him, trying to assuage
the need still pulsing through her. “I thought you wanted me to stay,” she said
huskily.

He gave a short bark of laughter. “Behave, Cass. There’s only
so much of that I can take. You keep this up and you won’t be able to walk
today.”

She delivered soft kisses to the back of his neck. “I’m sure
you can take care of me without hurting me.” She wiggled around him and found
her way to straddle his lap.

“Babe?” Xavier tried to find the words to dissuade her, but she
kept peppering his face with feather-light caresses with her lips. Unable to
resist her tender seduction, he gave in and captured her lips with his. He
twirled his tongue around hers and deepened the kiss. He clutched her against him
more tightly, pulling her deeper into his embrace.

Cassandra passionately ground her hips against his hardness and
sucked on his tongue. Gripping the globes of her ass, he ground his hips up
into her, matching the provocative roll of her hips.

She trembled violently in response.

Xavier released her lips, flipped her onto her back, and left a
trail of tender kisses down her body. He lowered his head between her legs. “I
can’t take you again,” he murmured, “but I’m going to taste you.”

She moaned in anticipation, remembering his possession from the
night before. His lips closed around her throbbing clit. She moaned deep in her
throat, rubbing her mons against his face.

Xavier covered her left breast with a rough palm, squeezing the
round globe and pinching the pebbled nipple between his fingers. He simultaneously
licked the engorged flesh of her clit with a broad tongue.

She cried out.

“Sweet ambrosia,” he murmured appreciatively. He licked her
again before sucking the bud into his mouth.

“Oh God,” she wailed over and over again until she was almost
hoarse as he devoured her with his tongue and lips, sometimes teasing her with
tiny nibbles of his teeth. The embers of desire riding low in her belly
exploded and caught flames.

He thrust a finger into her glistening snatch and kept up the
assault on her clit.

She bucked wildly under him as her juices flowed onto his
tongue and hand.

He slid a second finger into her heat.

Every nerve ending combusted and she disintegrated into a
liquefying orgasm.

Xavier rolled to his back and pulled her into his arms, holding
her until she quieted down. He stood and then held her high against his chest
as he walked with her into the bathroom. The room was elegantly fitted with Italian
tiles, ivory porcelain sink, bathtub and toilet, and chrome fittings. It was a
large airy room, and he was easily able to move around with her held against
him.

Letting her slide down his body, he placed her on her feet to
stand in front of him. He wrapped his massive arms around her and rested his
forehead against hers, gazing down at her with feverish admiration.

Still feeling the after-effects of his loving, her limbs were
unsteady and weak. She leaned into his hard frame and held his molten gaze.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Cass,” he murmured, his onyx eyes
glistening as though they were heated marble.

Cassandra clung to him. With the aftershocks of her orgasm
still causing her to quiver low in her hips, the added punch of his
overwhelming virility made her clit pulse insistently. She was almost comatose
from the emotional overload of the night, but still her nerve endings quivered
with awareness.

Holding her against him, Xavier stepped into the shower and
adjusted the faucet, trying to bring the water to the right temperature. She
helplessly devoured his sculptured physique. The muscles in his back rippled
with each movement he made, and his buttocks were masculine perfection,
chiseled and hard like the rest of him. His dark skin was marred with vicious
cuts and raised skin, evidence of past injuries.