Page 60 of Haunted

His thumb traces my lower lip, and I find myself opening my mouth, drawing the digit inside, and sucking without thought. The salt of his skin mingles with chlorine on my tongue, and the sound he makes—low and possessive—sends liquid fire to my core.

"Breathe," he murmurs, his voice like velvet. "Stop thinking. Just feel."

God help me, I want to.

The water ripples around us as Xavier shifts, his erection sliding against my core.

“Xavier,” I breathe, my voice breaking on his name.

He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he rocks his hips slowly, deliberately, letting his length drag against my clit. The friction sends a shudder through my entire body, and I strain against the chains, desperate for more contact.

“Please,” I gasp, but he maintains his maddeningly slow rhythm.

Up. Down. The head of his cock catches against my swollen flesh, and I cry out, my head falling back. The colored lights blur together as pleasure threatens to tear me apart.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against my throat. “You’re going to feel every second of this.”

He increases the pressure, and I can feel how wet I am beyond the water surrounding us. My body eradicates every rational thought I’ve ever had about this man.

“I can’t—” The words come out as broken, fractured syllables. “Please, I need?—”

“What do you need?” His voice is rough velvet, and he punctuates his question with another devastatingly slow slide of his cock against my clit.

My thighs shake where they’re spread around his hips, every nerve ending within me is screaming for more, for him to stop this exquisite torture and take me. The chains bite into my wrists as I pull against them, my body arching desperately toward his.

“You,” I whisper. “I need you.”

Xavier’s eyes flash, and he adjusts hisangle. The next pass of his cock against my clit tears a broken sob from my throat. I’m trembling now, every muscle taut with desperate need.

“Say it again,” he commands, his hips never stopping that relentless, torturous rhythm.

“I need you,” I repeat, louder this time. “Please, Xavier. Please?—”

My voice cracks completely as another wave of sensation crashes over me. I’m drowning in want, in the feel of him sliding against me, promising everything while giving nothing.

The moment Xavier slams into me, my world explodes.

The orgasm hits like lightning, tearing through every nerve ending. My back arches violently as pleasure so sharp it borders on pain crashes over me in waves. I scream—a sound that echoes off the water and walls.

“Fuck,” Xavier growls against my neck. “Jesus Christ, Mira.”

He’s buried deep inside me, stretching me perfectly, and I can feel him trembling. His control—that iron discipline that’s defined every interaction we’ve had—cracks completely as he groans my name like a prayer.

“Your cunt,” he pants, his hips grinding against mine. “Fuck, it’s so tight. So perfect.”

The water sloshes around us as my orgasm goes on forever. Every thrust sends fresh waves of torment through me, and I can barely form a coherent thought through the white-hot pleasure.

“Xavier,” I sob, my voice breaking. “Oh God, Xavier?—”

He pulls back before driving into me again, and I shatter anew. The sensation of him filling me completely, owning me in this moment, is everything I didn’t know I needed. The fear, the anger, the confusion—it all burns away under this overwhelming wave of release.

“God, I’ve been wanting this,” he rasps against my ear, his movements becoming desperate. “Wanted you from the moment I fucking met you. You’ve been driving me fucking insane.”

His admission sends another spike of pleasure through me. To know he’s been as affected as I have, that this consuming need isn’t one-sided—it overwhelms me.

I’m lost now, reduced to nothing but want. The chains around my wrists hold me steady as he moves within me, each thrust hitting the magic spot deep within that makes me cry out. My pussy clenches around him, and the sound he makes in response is pure male satisfaction.

"God, woman," he groans. "Squeeze my cock like that."