Page 131 of Lassoed Love

“Now, Xavier!” I whimper, desperation evident in my voice as I yearn for release.

With a deep growl, he seizes the front of my throat, lifting my head and exerting a gentle pressure that sets my nerves ablaze. The amusement between us shifts into something more primal.

“Then beg for me,” he demands, desire dripping from his words. “Tell me how much you need my cock, Isla.” A whimper escapes my lips as I respond to his dominance, my body arching off the mattress, craving more of him.

“Please, Xavier,” I plead, unable to hold back. “I need you to fuck me.” And with that, he pulls back out thrusts in deep, again. His thrusts are hard. Punishing. The base of my spine is buzzing, ready to come.

“Oh my… fuck,” I murmur. “Right there. Don’t stop, Xav. Please, don’t stop.”

“Come, baby. Come all over me.”

He doesn’t stop. The sound of his skin slapping onto mine fills the room as he continues the same unrelenting pace. Finally, I fall apart,my body succumbing to the waves of orgasmic bliss, every muscle tensing and releasing in uncontrollable spasms.

He leans forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as he thrusts into me, his movements becoming more urgent. I can feel my pussy pulsating around him, and with a loud groan, he finds release, his climax echoing mine.

“I love you,” he murmurs between heavy breaths, his arms enveloping me in a comforting embrace, his lips brushing against mine.

“I love you, too.” I manage to whisper back, my voice barely audible as we both bask in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. We linger in silence for a few precious moments, savouring the intimacy of our connection as we gradually come down from our highs.

As he gently pulls out from me and pads quietly into his ensuite to grab a towel, I feel his hot cum drip onto my thigh as I shift to my side.

Turning the lights off, he comes back to me, cleaning me up with tender care before discarding the towel on the floor. Moving up onto the bed, he pulls the covers over us both.

Xavier’s body envelops mine, his warmth instantly surrounding me. I sigh in pure relaxation, feeling completely at peace in his arms.

“Do you think we were too loud?” I ask, anxiety kicking in.Fuck, I hope we weren’t.

“Who cares?” he responds, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I shoot him a playful glare. “Well, if anyone complains, I’m blaming you. You’re the one who can’t keep quiet.”

He chuckles, pulling me closer. “Hey, it’s not my fault you’reso irresistible.”

I roll my eyes, unable to suppress a giggle. “Right, blame it on me.”

He chuckles back, nuzzling his face into my hair, his warmth enveloping me.

As I lay there, enveloped in Xavier’s embrace, a contented smile plays on my lips as I reflect on the events of the evening. From the warmth of our Christmas Eve dinner to the joy of exchanging gifts, every moment had been perfect. But the highlight, the one that still feels like a dream, was his proposal. It’s a moment I’ll cherish forever, a beautiful beginning to our journey together.

I lift my hand up, admiring the ring he gave me. It glistens under the moonlight streaming through his large windows. The shape, in the form of a flower, catches my eye.

“It’s beautiful,” I murmur, turning to him. “How did you choose this one?” He smiles, gently tracing his finger along the band.

“I’ll admit, Brad helped me out a bit. We looked at so many, but when I saw this one, I knew it was the one for you. Your love for daisies inspired me, and I wanted it to reflect that.”

I gaze at the ring, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. It’s more than just a piece of jewellery; It’s unique, just like our love. Perfect.

Xavier's touch is gentle as he lifts my hand to his lips, kissing the finger where the ring sits. It's a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes of his love and devotion.

Feeling tired but content, I yawn softly as Xavier wraps his arms around me, his warmth comforting.

"Sleep, my love," he whispers softly, his wordslike a soothing melody. "I love you," he adds, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.

In my sleepy haze, I mumble, “Mmm… love you.” And with a heart full of gratitude for the love and joy in my life, I drift off to sleep.

Extended Epilogue

February