Page 86 of Lassoed Love

“Last chance, Isla,” he growls.

“One,” and before I can respond, he slams his lips to mine.

In an instant, he lifts me effortlessly and carries me to my bedroom, kicking the door open, and throws me onto the bed. The room feels cramped with our bodies, his towering frame heightening the intensity. I sit up on the bed as Xavier stands at the edge, his eyes unwavering.

“Take your clothes off, Isla,” he commands, his voice low and demanding. Under his intense, watchful gaze, I comply. I lift my shirtup and over my head, baring myself in front of him. At this point, I don’t even care about the vulnerability—it’s as if something has shifted within me. I’m left in my G-string, and I wait for him to say something.

“Everything,off,” he growls, his tone brooking no argument. The air in the room thickens as I remove the rest of my clothes, leaving me entirely naked in front of him.

“Come here,” he beckons, and I slide over to him on the bed.

“Take my belt off. Unzip my jeans,” he commands. Aroused and intrigued, I comply. His commanding presence, something I’ve seen with others, takes on a different, more intimate tone in this situation. It’s everything I expected andmore.

As I undo his belt and jeans, I realise the power dynamics at play turn me on. There’s a certain thrill in being told what to do, a delicious surrender to the moment that heightens the intensity between us.

He gestures for me to pull his pants down over his ass. As I do this, he grabs the back of his shirt behind his head and pulls it off, revealing his immaculate bare chest and those incredible tattoos on his arm. The play of shadows accentuates the contours of his body, and the sight is mesmerising. As I pull his jeans and briefs down, his cock springs free, bobbing in front of me—incredibly hard and leaking with precum. I pump it a few times softly, and a growl resonates deep within his chest.

“Say it, Isla,” he demands.

“W-what? Say what?” I whisper.

“Say you’re mine. I want to hear you say it—because this,” he gestures to himself, “all of me, is yours.”Fuck me.

It’s been a few weeks of dancing around this so-called ‘friendship’ of ours, and finally, we have something to move forward with. I’m nervous—the memory of my last relationship still haunts me, but deep down, I know Xavier is nothing like my ex—nothing alikeindeed. Goosebumps creep all over my skin.

“I want you. I-I’m yours,” I whisper, locking eyes with him. He growls and pushes me back onto the bed before stepping out of his pants. He reaches for a condom from his wallet in his back pocket, but unease stirs within me, a desire for more. I don’t want him to wear a condom—I want to feel all of him.

“Wait—,” I say, placing a hand on his stomach. “I–I, we don’t need the condom,” I murmur, and he frowns, looking at me confused.

“What?”

“I want to feelallof you—bare. I’m on the pill,” I admit as I wait for his reaction.

Xavier’s eyes narrow at my words, a mix of surprise and intensity crossing his face.

“You’re on the pill?" he repeats, his voice low and husky.

I nod. “No condom. I want to feel you—I want to feel you, come inside me,” a slight blush stains my cheeks. His fingers tighten around the condom in his hand, and with a deliberative move, he tosses it to the ground.

“So fucking dirty,” is the last thing he says with a smirk before he grabs me by my jaw and captures my mouth, his tongue movingmy lips. As I part my lips, his taste immediately infiltrates my senses—that woodsy scent, mixed with mint from his gum. I can’t get enough.

Of him.

His hands are everywhere, pushing me back, so I’m now laying on the bed, his hands roam all over my body, caressing with a firm touch. Over my collarbone, my breasts, my stomach and my thighs as he brings one up beside his body.

“Xavier,” I moan and my hands slide into his hair tugging on it roughly, eliciting a groan from him as he continues to kiss me.

I grip the hair at his nape and pull to move his tongue off mine. “Please, fuck me.”

He moves his hand down my body, swiping a finger through my folds. “Fuuck, you’re always so ready and wet for me, baby.” He groans.

“This pussy ismine,” he says enunciates the wordminewith a growl, and I just about explode from that. My body quivering, shaking, yearning for him. I need him inside me, likenow.He senses my urgency as I hum and moan. Gripping his cock, he runs it up and down my folds a few times.

“Lift your thighs up, baby and spread them,” he instructs. I lift my thighs up so they’re resting against my stomach, spread open, wide.

He positions himself at my entrance, and I momentarily hold my breath, bracing myself for the burn. “You’re going to feel so fucking good,” he groans.

I know he isn’t all the way in yet, just pushing forward slightly andretreating back out—but he is so big, his crown so wide, it feels like much more.