Chapter 112: [112] Coming Down (R-18)
Xavier’s hands tightened around Naomi’s waist, the thin fabric of her nightgown crumpling under his grip. Her lips parted in a breathy inhale as he rolled them over, straw mattress crackling beneath their combined weight. The candle on the bedside table guttered, casting erratic shadows across her startled face.
"Think you’re in charge now?" Her knee pressed against his hip, a half-hearted resistance betrayed by the hitch in her voice.
He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. "You want to fight me? Here? Now?" His mouth hovered above hers, breath mingling in the cold air. "Or do you want me to show you what heaven feels like?"
Her throat worked as she swallowed. "Wouldn’t be much of a challenge if I just—"
The rest dissolved into a gasp as he sealed his mouth over hers, swallowing her words. Her hips arched instinctively, the heat between her legs pressing against his thigh through dampening fabric. Xavier drank in every whimper, every shiver as his free hand slid down her side, calloused fingers catching on the nightgown’s hem.
"Still talking," he murmured against her lips, tugging the linen upward. "Might need to fix that."
The garment caught under her arms, revealing breasts pebbled from cold and anticipation. Naomi’s breath hitched as cold air brushed exposed skin, her nipples hardening further when Xavier blew gently across them.
"Fuck you," she breathed, squirming in his grip. The defiance rang hollow, undercut by the way her legs fell open wider.
Xavier’s teeth grazed the junction of her neck and shoulder. "Language, Naomi." He bit down, drawing a startled cry that melted into a moan. He soothed the mark with his tongue, tasting salt and the faint metallic tang that made his pulse thrum. "Unless you want the whole block hearing how loud I can make you scream?"
Her wrists twisted uselessly in his grip. "You wouldn’t—"
The rest became a choked whine as his mouth closed over her right breast. Her back arched off the mattress. Xavier worked her with lips and tongue and careful nips, relishing the way her breath came in shallow gasps. His free hand slid lower, fingertips brushing the damp patch spreading through her underclothes.