Page 32 of The Live-In Temptation (Steele Brothers of Starlight Cove #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHLOE

Xander stood slowly, brushing his mouth over the lotus flower on my hip, the cluster of stars just below my breast, the scripted wanderlust below my collarbone. My body felt like a live wire, still sensitive, still buzzing. And somehow, still needy for him.

But thankfully, from the way he looked at me, I knew we weren’t done. Not even close.

There were a thousand unspoken promises in his gaze, and I certainly wasn’t going to complain if he wanted to fulfill every single one.

“You gonna run again?” he murmured against my throat, dragging his lips down my neck.

I gasped when he ground his cock against me, the friction of his sweatpants against my bare pussy enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. Enough to make me focus on something other than his words. “You gonna stop me?”

He grazed my collarbone with his teeth. “Try me.”

“Right now, all I want to do is fuck you.”

“Is that right?” He pulled away and glanced down at my pussy, flushed a deep pink and so wet it was obscene. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I whispered, hating how the word caught in my throat. Hating how vulnerable…how exposed …I felt right now.

He tutted and shook his head. “You need more than that.”

To prove his point, he ghosted his thumb over my clit, the touch featherlight and doing absolutely nothing to slake this need inside me.

I lifted my hips, seeking more pressure. “If you know what I need, then give it to me.”

“I am, dirty girl.” He covered my pussy with his hand, grinding the heel of his palm against my clit. “What you need is someone to tell you what to do. And right now, I’m telling you to ask for exactly what you need. Tell me, in explicit detail, and I’ll give it to you. Whatever you ask for.”

My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it. But it wasn’t fear swamping me—it was anticipation. Need . The heavy, all-consuming kind that unraveled all my defenses and left me stripped bare.

“Use me,” I whispered, eyes locked with his. “Take whatever you want. Whatever you need. Just let me give it to you.”

Something dark and primal flickered in his gaze, and I wanted to revel in it. Wanted to bask in the feeling of lust pouring off him. Of worship. Of ownership.

All directed at me .

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick as he skated his gaze over me, settling once again on my pussy. “My dirty little girl wants to be used, is that right?”

Oh my fuck . Why did it sound so hot when he said it like that? If I had any uncertainty about whether this was something I really wanted, my tight nipples and the throbbing of my clit were proof enough that I didn’t just want it. I was hungry for it.

I nodded, shakily, my lip caught between my teeth as I stared up at him. At this imposing man, so stoic. So reserved.

But right now, he looked like a man on the edge of breaking.

He wrapped his hands around my hips, his grip firm and possessive as he yanked me closer to him.

“Then that’s what I’m going to do.” He dragged his sweatpants down just far enough to free his cock, thick and glistening with precome and so damn hard for me.

For me . “Gonna fuck you like I’ve been fantasizing about since that first night. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

My stomach flipped at his words, my breathing growing rapid at the thought of what was about to happen.

That he’d take everything he wanted from me and give me what I needed in return.

Not just the sex—though, god , I needed that too.

But being used in the way he meant—not carelessly.

Not cruelly. But with purpose. With possession.

He shoved my thighs wide, making room for himself between them. He tapped his thick cock against my clit, the unexpected contact making me gasp, and I shifted my hips, wanting him inside.

“What do you need?” he asked again, circling my clit with the head of his cock before tracing it down my seam and pressing the barest inch inside.

“You. I need you inside.” I reached for him, hooked my legs around his hips. Attempted to tug him closer. “Fuck me, Xander. Use me.”

His jaw ticked once, his eyes going positively molten, and then he was there, sliding deep in one unrelenting, unyielding thrust.

“ God ,” I choked out. Without my permission, my back arched off the counter, my mouth dropping open as he filled me… As he kept filling me.

“Say it again,” he rasped, breath hot against my mouth. He stilled as deep as he could get, his eyes locked with mine. “Say it while I’m buried inside you.”

I knew what he was asking for. What he wanted me to say. And I was all too willing to give it to him.

“Use me,” I breathed, stretching my arms out above me on the counter. Offering myself to him in the only way I knew how. “However you want. Use me.”

My low plea was all it took.

With a rough growl, he pulled his hips back before snapping them forward, dragging a ragged moan from my throat as his cock filled me to the hilt. Again and again and again.

He built up a steady, punishing rhythm that was pure instinct. Restraint unraveled. His hands were everywhere—gripping my hips, ghosting over my thighs, cupping my breasts. It was like he couldn’t get enough—wanted to touch all of me all at once.

He lifted one of my legs up onto his shoulder, allowing him to sink farther inside.

“God, yes,” I moaned, wrapping my other leg around his waist, trying to pull him deeper. Harder. Closer. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to. You wanted me to use you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He leaned forward, wrapping one hand around my throat—not tight, just there, just present. A reminder of the power I’d willingly handed over to him.

A reminder that had my pussy clenching around him, so fucking close to exploding all over again.

He hummed low in his throat. “My dirty girl likes that, doesn’t she? You like that I’m using you. That I can’t fucking help myself. That I’ve tried to hold myself back, over and over, and I can’t do it anymore. You fucking love that you’ve made me desperate for it. For you .”

I didn’t know if it was his words or the way he moved inside me, dragging the head of his cock against my G-spot with every thrust, or the way he looked at me—like he was wrecked for me—but I cried out as the orgasm slammed into me. Sweeping me away before I even realized it was on the horizon.

“Oh, fuck me,” he muttered under his breath as he ghosted a thumb over my clit, extending every ounce of my pleasure. “God damn , you feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me. This little pussy was made for me, wasn’t she?”

I wanted to tell him yes. God, yes. But I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t do anything but lie there, spread out on the counter, Xander’s thick cock filling me, his hands everywhere as he stared down at me like I was everything… everything .

When I’d always only been nothing.

“You feel that?” he murmured, brushing his lips over my ankle.

He slid his hand down my leg that was still propped on his shoulder and settled it low on my belly, his thumb circling my clit.

“Every inch of me inside you, just like you begged for? Your perfect little pussy is going to make me lose my goddamn mind. But that’s exactly what you wanted, isn’t it? Wanted me lost to this cunt.”

The idea that this man—this stoic, unflinching, unmovable man—would be lost to anything, let alone me, was ridiculous.

But I couldn’t deny my body’s reaction to his words.

My pussy fluttered around his driving shaft, goose bumps skating across my skin as I ached for another release.

Desperate to pull him with me this time.

I nodded, unable to speak. Unable to do anything but feel him… everywhere . His hands, his mouth, his teeth. He gripped me like he couldn’t get enough. Pounded into me relentlessly like he was trying to etch himself into my very bones. Fucked me like he never, ever wanted to stop.

I wasn’t sure I wanted him to either. And that was a fucking problem.

“Look at you,” he said, his gaze caught on the sight of himself disappearing inside me. He pressed his palm flat on my lower stomach, making me feel every thrust. “Taking me so deep. Your little cunt is squeezing me like you never want me to leave.”

“I don’t,” I whispered, the words spilling out of me without any conscious thought.

He leaned down, bending my leg toward my chest, his eyes molten as he filled me over and over. As he owned me with his body. “Say it again.”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Not even if you run. No more avoiding me, chaos. No more hiding. You hear me?”

I nodded, sure I would’ve agreed to sell my soul to him at this point. I was so lost to the pleasure he was coaxing out of me, my body on the precipice, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“That’s it, baby.” He groaned low, glancing down between us. “Give me one more. Come on my cock like the filthy girl we both know you are.”

“ Oh fuck ,” I breathed as everything in me tightened…tightened…and then broke all at once. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids as waves of euphoria rushed over me. Nothing but bliss blanketing my body.

And through it all, Xander was there, his low grunts and moans, his filthy words telling me how perfect I was, how good I was. Before the last wave washed over my body, he cursed and settled deep, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside me.

We stayed like that for long moments, panting against each other, our bodies still tangled. Him, half dressed. Me, completely naked and utterly wrecked. I should’ve felt exposed and raw. But all I felt was his warm breath on my skin, his body covering mine, and the echo of his cock claiming me.

Making me feel like I finally belonged somewhere, even if just for a moment.