Chapter 95 I Want You To Fuck Me!

Chapter 95 I Want You To Fuck Me!


Chapter 95.

Bunny’s POV.

Xavier walked me into the bathroom. He carried me gently towards the bathtub, where he gently lowered me into it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said gently in his usual calm voice, not staring into my eyes.

I could tell from his expression that he was still trying to heal from opening up. It wasn’t in his nature, and it was pretty obvious.

I lay back in the sink, tipping my head backward against the top of the sink.

Xavier moved gently now, then he began to pull off my already tattered clothes.

As he moved, his fingers brushed gently against my skin, awakening every desire that had been buried deep within me.

The image of these exact fingers pulling the trigger and firing four simultaneous shots into people’s legs filled my head.

The image was scary. It was literal horror. Yet, I sat still like nothing had happened. Like these exact hands pulling my clothes, brushing my skin, and tracing my curves hadn’t entirely ended lives today.

I looked up at Xavier, who was gently pulling down my panties.

He wasn’t staring at me at all. His eyes were just fixed on my thighs as he helped me undress.

“You must have been terrified,” he said, his muscles flexing so hard, like he wanted to kill those men over and over again. But strangely, his cold appearance didn’t make me see him like a monster again. It felt like that version of him had been completely wiped out of my head.

“When you came in… I felt safe,” I admitted.

Before Xavier came in, I felt like my whole world had ended. But the moment he did, it felt like my entire life paused, then replayed again.

At first, I had not noticed the gun in his hand, and nothing in my dreams had told me that he would be able to take all three men down without taking further steps into the room.

But I had still trusted him. I still felt safe seeing him.

“No one will ever hurt you again,” he said, and I raised my ass shamelessly for him to pull my panties down, and he did.

I lay back in the sink now, naked and bare to his hungry gaze.

My skin burned under the movement of his hungry eyes, my stomach churning softly, while my pussy fluttered beneath the water that was slowly rising.

Xavier had turned the water on.

Once the water covered my stomach, Xavier turned off the tap, added the shower gel, then gently began to move his hand up and down my skin, helping me wash off.

My skin jerked now, and with every brush his hand made, my pussy tingled and my toes curled.

I wanted him. I wanted him to spread my legs now. I wanted him to trail his hand down my thighs. Part them open till he could see the pinkness of my very wet pussy.

Then I wanted him to open my pussy lips and spread them widely apart, shove two fingers into my pussy, pull them right out, shove them back in, until my walls were clamping firmly around his fingers.

My skin turned red now, but I could not tell if it was from the gentle movement of his hand or if it was from the unending thoughts that were building rapidly in my head.

All I knew now was that I wanted him to touch my pussy. To drag his fingers up and down my slope until I was dripping and slimy.

I wanted him to eat my pussy from the front to the back. Then kiss me passionately so that I could have the sweet taste of both my pussy and my ass.

“I will never let anyone hurt you, Bum Bum. I promise you, they are going to pay with their lives.”

Didn’t they already pay with their lives?

I swear I was not thinking now.

I was the closest person to madness now, and it wasn’t even because I didn’t care. It was because I was used to trauma. I have had attempts on my life a lot of times, and all those times, my aunt never did anything about it. So having someone who fights for me feels more like a privilege already.

He killed them, and that made me sad, but rapists should be killed without remorse, so I am guessing this is my reason for not resenting him.

If he had done any of those things to innocent people, I would have spared no effort in expressing my displeasure.

“Thank you,” I whispered, and somehow, Xavier just nodded. He didn’t say anything now, but he had raised his gaze, and he was staring at me now.

My heart fluttered now, and I searched his eyes gently, my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

God! I want him. I need him.

I allowed my eyes to drop to his lips now.

They were so hearty and so soft that they made my pussy throb.

Oh, goodness mercy. I want those lips buried against my pussy. I wanted those lips moving, parting, and spreading my very soft pussy lips.

I wanted him to eat me out, lick me out, and leave me completely broken and trembling.

Xavier moved his hand up, and gently, very gently, he cupped my cheek in his hand now, staring at me with so much affection.

My eyes remained on his lips, every nerve in my body yearning for a life I never thought I would cry so hard for.

“Tell me what you want,” he finally said in a soft yet deep baritone voice.

His eyes were dark with lust, and I could tell clearly that he had seen through me. He knew I needed him.

He knew I wanted his cock. He knew I wanted him to fuck me so hard until I could feel my legs no more. And me?

I had no intention of hiding.

He was mine. And I was his.

So, I moved my hand to his very broad shoulder, raising my body off the tub till I pressed my very hard and erect nipples against his chest.

“I want you to fuck me, Xavier. Fuck me hard until I can feel my legs no more.”