Chapter 76 Elena Heart- POV
His mouth moved against mine with a ferocity that made my toes curl, tongue sliding past my lips to taste and take and claim. A low groan rumbled in his chest, vibrating through me until I felt it in my marrow.
I arched into him, pressing my body against his bare chest. The heat of him seared through the thin fabric of my shift, and I wanted more. I wanted skin against skin, wanted to feel the hard planes of him without barriers.
My hands released his hair and scrambled down to his shoulders, gripping the solid muscle there as if he might disappear if I let go.
"Xavier—" I gasped against his mouth, but he swallowed the word with another kiss, deeper this time, slower. His tongue traced the seam of my lips before dipping inside, stroking against mine in a rhythm that made my hips buck involuntarily.
His free hand found my waist, fingers splaying across the curve of my hip through the worn wool blanket.
He pulled me closer, eliminating the last sliver of distance between us until I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my thigh. The evidence of his desire sent a bolt of liquid heat straight to my core, and I whimpered into his mouth.
"Tell me to stop." His voice was ragged, barely recognizable. He pulled back just far enough to speak, his lips still brushing mine with each word.
His eyes were nearly black, the blue consumed by desire. "Elena, tell me to stop and I will. I'll ask my questions. I'll be reasonable. I'll—"
I silenced him with another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate. I nipped at his lower lip, tugging it between my teeth before releasing it. "No," I breathed. "Don't stop. Don't—don't be reasonable. Not now."
A sound escaped him, half laugh, half groan, and then his mouth was on mine again with renewed intensity. His hand slid from my neck to my shoulder, fingers tracing the line of my collarbone before dipping lower.
He cupped my breast through the shift, his thumb finding my nipple and circling it with maddening slowness. The fabric abraded my sensitive flesh, and I gasped, my back arching off the mattress.
"Xavier, please—"
"Tell me what you want." His mouth moved to my jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the line of it. "Tell me, Elena. I need to hear it."
I couldn't think. Couldn't form coherent words when his hand was doing that, when his mouth was trailing fire down my neck. "You," I managed. "I want you. I've always—I've never stopped wanting—"
He bit down gently on the junction of my neck and shoulder, and my words dissolved into a moan.
The slight sting of his teeth sent pleasure cascading through me, pooling low and insistent between my thighs. My hips rolled against him of their own accord, seeking friction, seeking relief.
His hand left my breast, and I made a sound of protest that quickly became a gasp as he gripped the hem of my shift and began to pull it upward.
Cool air kissed my skin as the fabric rose, followed immediately by the searing heat of his palm against my bare stomach.
His touch was reverent, almost worshipful, as he traced the curve of my waist, the flare of my hip.
"Lift your arms," he murmured against my throat.
I obeyed without hesitation, and he stripped the shift over my head in one fluid motion. The moonlight painted my bare skin in silver, and I watched his face as he looked at me.
The hunger in his eyes was almost unbearable, raw and unguarded in a way I'd never seen from him before.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "You're so beautiful, Elena. I've thought about this—about you—"
He didn't finish the sentence. Instead, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to the swell of my breast. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue traced a path to my nipple.
He circled it once, twice, teasing me with the promise of more before finally taking it into his mouth. The wet heat of him was almost too much, and I writhed beneath him, soft moans escaping my lips.
"Ah—Xavier," The words came out broken, breathless. "Your mouth is so, please, don't stop—"
He hummed against my skin, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His hand found my other breast, kneading the soft flesh while his tongue worked its magic.
I was drowning in sensation, lost to everything but the feel of him, the taste of him, the scent of smoke and cedar that surrounded us both.
His free hand slid lower, fingers tracing the line of my ribs, the curve of my belly, before dipping between my thighs. I was already wet, had been wet since the moment he'd touched my cheek, and when his fingers found my slick folds, he groaned against my breast.
"So ready for me." He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine in the moonlight. "You're soaked, Elena. Is this what you've been hiding? This need?"
I couldn't answer. Couldn't do anything but gasp as he stroked me, his fingers sliding through my arousal with agonizing slowness. He found the swollen bud at my center and circled it with the lightest touch, teasing me with the promise of more.
"Tell me," he whispered. "Tell me how much you want this."
"I want—" My voice broke on a moan as he pressed harder, his fingers moving in a rhythm that had my hips bucking. "I want you inside me. I want to feel you, ah—filling me, please, Xavier, I need, gods, I missed you so much.”
His fingers slid lower, one pressing inside me, and I sobbed with relief. The stretch was exquisite, a preview of what was to come. He moved slowly, deliberately, curling his finger to find that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Like this?" His voice was dark velvet, rough with desire. "Is this what you need, Elena?"
"More—" I was begging now, shameless in my need. "More, please, I can't—I need you—your cock, I need you to fuck me—"
He added a second finger, and I moaned, long and loud, my body clenching around him. The sound I made was barely human, a desperate, keening cry that echoed off the wooden walls of the hut. "You're so, ah—your fingers are so good, I feels so—ah—so full—"
Xavier's breath was ragged against my neck, his own desire evident in the way his hips pressed against my thigh, seeking friction. "I've dreamed of this," he murmured, his fingers still moving inside me, building me higher. "Every night in that, I've dreamed of having a woman like this. Beneath me. Around me. Coming apart for me."