Page 30 of Enchanting the Alpha (Mystic Hollow #1)

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I n seconds, they were in his bedroom. Xabir set her down, letting her feet touch the ground, but didn’t let her go.

Romi really wanted to see what it would be like to be loved by a man like Xabir, a shifter who had loyalty running through his veins. Love. Devotion. She’d wanted that all her life and never thought she’d get it.

There was no going back. Once they were together, that would be it. She wouldn’t be able to hide behind her fear or act like it wasn’t a big deal. And while she could take things slow, she knew his expectation was for her to be his mate.

Could she deal with that?

“I really like you, Xabir. I’m just not the best at showing my emotions.”

He grinned. “Baby, you’re a strong woman. I understand past situations have made you mistrust people in general. I want you as you are, Romi. I accept you exactly as you come.”

She sucked in a breath and kissed his lips. His words warmed her from the inside and calmed the racing fear around her heart. She didn’t even build the embrace, she dipped her tongue into his mouth and locked her arms around his neck.

Xabir growled, cupping her ass. Lips moved against lips, tongues explored, teeth clanked as they went at each other with the passion of two starved people.

He pulled away after a few moments.

“Are you sure?” he asked, placing a large hand over her heart. His question was about so much more than the moment they were about to share.

Romi nodded, but Xabir licked his lips, still keeping his distance.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” she asked. “Me coming at you willingly? Because this is exactly what this is.”

“I don’t think you understand what this would mean for me. For you. Once I get a taste of you, there is no turning away, Romi.”

“So come and taste me,” she purred.

His hands cupped her cheeks as he began to kiss her passionately. Romi let him, moaning as she rubbed herself against him like a cat in heat. Her hands traveled up his body, her hands pressed against the smooth ridges of his abs. When she could no longer explore his body because of his shirt, she pulled away from the kiss and pushed the shirt up. Xabir, understanding her intent, pulled the shirt over his head. He then pawed her dress and flipped it off, tossing it away.

Xabir’s eyes widened when they landed on her breasts. His thumbs flicked the hard nubs as he lowered his head. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, circling the peak with his tongue. The sensation went directly to her clit. That’s where she wanted this attention. Right in the center of her so she could get off and move on.

Xabir clearly had other plans.

He was taking his time, tonguing every inch of one breast, then the other.

Her back was pressed against the bedroom wall, Xabir’s arms caging her in. It wasn’t like she could go anywhere. Or rather, it wasn’t like she didn’t want to be there.

Her every instinct told her that she was safe. Her mind was screaming at her to commit this moment to memory because nothing would ever be as hot as the way Xabir was devouring her with his eyes, with his mouth.

He knelt before her, kissing the scrap of lace at the apex of her thighs. Romi’s legs were jelly, but she commanded the limbs to not let her down. Xabir’s talented tongue was right there . So very close to where she needed him to be.

He slowly eased her underwear down her legs, making sure to touch every part of her. Her sex bared to him, he kissed the lips once, and again, and again. He ran his tongue down her slit and growled.

“You’re so wet.”

Romi didn’t miss the way he inhaled her scent, and she waited for the wave of embarrassment that usually overtook her when a man went down on her. Yet the way he looked up at her made one thing clear: he loved the smell. There was no room for shame when Xabir was the one giving her pleasure.

His tongue burrowed between her lips before his fingers spread them. He circled her aching clit, only grazing the hood. She was a panting mess above him, her hands clenched into his hair.

“I want to come,” she whispered.

Xabir chuckled against her, the vibrating adding to the erotic sensations she was feeling.

For once, the hardheaded man actually heeded one of her commands. His tongue worked her over in the most decadent way. When he slid one finger, then a second, into her aching core, she was done for. All of the sensations at once were nearly too much.

“Oh,” she gasped, the intensity of the orgasm building inside surprising her. She’d never felt this much pleasure so quickly. Usually, she had to coax herself enough to relax before she could enjoy being licked and suckled to release.

But Xabir already had her racing to the finish line.

One of his fingers was tracing her entrance as he continued to rub at her clit.

“Xabir,” she cried out again and again as he worked her over.

Her orgasm raked over her body, pulling every inch of pleasure out of her. He didn’t stop once the crest had passed. He kept licking, lapping up all of her juices.

“You taste too good to waste.”

Whoa.

No one had ever said something so dirty to her before, but she liked it. A lot.

Feeling emboldened, she swatted his hand away and took his erection into her own hand. She ran the shaft up and down her slit, teasing him. It felt so good. Like she was rubbing hard silk against her center.

“Fuck, Romi,” he growled, taking her face between his large hands. “Tell me I can do this. Tell me I can slide in. I want to feel you.”

She nodded, and before she could focus on any one thing, Xabir was lifting her clear off the floor, his hands on her ass, her back against the wall. He eased her down. Romi immediately began to move against him. There was no reason why this position should work, but Xabir was just that strong.

He had her.

He was holding her as he slid in and out of her, his eyes glued to her own as he relished every movement. It was written in the way his brow was creased in concentration, in his growls, in the way he nibbled her neck, sucked on her aching nipples.

It was wild but had an edge of sweetness that Romi hadn’t been expecting. But it felt incredible. It sparked all of her nerve endings until she only wanted to be doing this with Xabir, forever. Just to stay connected with him in the passionate embrace until the end of time.

Romi moaned his name and looked for his mouth, needing to be fused together. His tongue in her mouth was all she needed to feel her second orgasm building deep inside her. She gasped into his mouth, surprised by the speed with which Xabir could command her pleasure.

She purred his name again in a plea. She wanted to come, but she wanted to see him lose himself inside her. This big, tall wall of male shifter. The crest of her release broke her focus and she became a panting mess, riding out the wave of her pleasure. Xabir continued pounding her, his breath ragged and sweat beading on his beautiful brow. His jaw tightened and he speared her deeply, grunting her name.

Watching him as she felt him pour himself into her was fascinating, and Romi could have sworn it caused orgasmic aftershocks, making her shiver against him.

Xabir didn’t move for a few moments, letting his breathing soften. Still holding her in his arms, he walked them to the bed and gently laid her down.