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“Don’t fucking move.” He sped up the thrust of his fingers, thumb pressing harder against her clit. “Look at me,” he growled. “Fucking look at me. I want to watch your face when you come.”

His words set off another powerful orgasm. Isabella cried out as her entire body tensed up, legs shaking. She gasped, her eyes on his. “Fuck, Xavier.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Isa.” Slipping his hand free, he kept his eyes on hers even as he lifted his soaked index finger into his mouth. “You taste amazing.”

Isabella blushed but kept her eyes on his, watching him clean off her arousal from his fingers. He stretched to brush his mouth against hers, and she pressed her lips as hard as she could against his, licking what remained until he pulled away.

“Do you have protection?”

She stared at him for a split second. He meant it when he said he wanted to take care of her. “I don’t… I mean, I can’t…” She blinked away sudden tears. “I’m safe.”

Xavier reached out to cradle the side of her face. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable doing.”

She didn’t want to argue. She didn’t want him to debate or change his mind. Her desire for him surpassed anything she had wanted for a very long time. Without another word, she straddled him. She kept her eyes on him as she reached between them, and Xavier hissed at the feeling of her palming his length with her hand.

“Isa…”

“Zelenyy, ya tol'ko khochu dostavit' tebe udovol'stviye.” She didn’t look away as she slid his length inside of her, his facial expression one of strain to stay still as she adjusted to his length. “I just want to give you pleasure,” she translated and rode him. He allowed her to set the pace, hands holding her close, until she whimpered. His hips thrusting into her, and shecould do nothing but grab onto him as he rolled her underneath him. She met his hips with hers, and at his bruising pace, she spiraled once again out of control.

“Come again.”

“I can’t. Fuck, you’re so deep.”

“You can. Come on, baby. You’re so close.” He reached between them to press his thumb against her clit, and the second she felt him pinch at the slick digit, she exploded around him. “There it is, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Isabella shook against him as the waves of pleasure crashed into her. Xavier grunted, hips jerking as he rode out her orgasm, and he cursed as it triggered his own release. She clutched at his shoulders, panting as they collapsed onto the mattress. He held her close. The room filled with the heavy sounds of their breathing. He startled her by cupping the side of her face with his hand, bringing her gaze to his.

He smiled, thumb brushing against her cheek. “You still with me?”

Nodding, she shivered at the slickness between her legs. She fought the wave of desire to touch him, even after what they had just done.

“Let me clean you up.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Are there washcloths in the bathroom?”

Surprised by the question, she nodded again.

With another smile, he extracted himself from her and slipped from the bed. He returned a few moments later with a wet cloth, and she waited insilence as he wiped the skin between her legs. She continued to lie there as he disappeared back to the bathroom, listening to the water run before the flushing on the toilet echoed through the small room.

His weight shifted the mattress, and she brought her gaze back to him. “Stay?” She was surprised she asked, but the request came out so effortlessly she couldn’t retract it.

“Only if that’s what you want, Isa.”

“I want you to stay.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Arobe secured around her waist; she slipped from the bedroom. It had taken everything to not wake Xavier when she had woken up. During the night, he had pulled her to him, taking her several more times, and the ache between her thighs was a pleasant reminder. She needed a hot shower, but she settled for coffee, making her way to the kitchen. Inside the doorway, she paused at seeing Kira, a cup already in her hand.

“I see the bigone is here.”

She made her way over to grab a cup from the cabinet. She poured coffee from the fresh pot into her cup. “You were out late.”

“Eddie is a fun distraction.” Kira studied her, eyes roaming over her appearance. She sipped her coffee. “Someone broke glass in the hallway.”

“I’m fine. I dropped my drink by accident.”

“I am sure.”

Isabella rolled her eyes and focused on fixing her coffee with cream and sugar on the counter. “Do not start.”