Page 46 of The Live-In Temptation (Steele Brothers of Starlight Cove #2)

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

CHLOE

By the time Xander and I walked through our front door after the party, I already knew what was going to happen. I didn’t wonder, didn’t hope.

I knew .

He was going to do exactly what he’d told me he would because that was what Xander Steele did. He didn’t break his promises, and he didn’t go back on his word. When he went all in, he went all in .

Which meant he was going to fuck me. In our home. In our room. In our bed.

And it didn’t feel scary or temporary. I wasn’t spiraling or desperate to flee. I didn’t need to escape. Not from this house and not from him.

Not ever again.

Not when this was the life I’d chosen . The one I’d handcrafted out of strangers who welcomed me, a little girl who chose me, and a man who’d never let me go.

Xander followed me upstairs, his hands firm on my hips as I led us straight toward the bedroom, no words needed between us.

Holly had taken Emma back to her place when the little gremlin had conked out from too much dancing and the sugar crash of the century.

Without the possibility of a surprise four-year-old audience, I could’ve pushed Xander down on the couch and ridden him right there in the living room.

Could’ve pulled him into the shower and gone down on him until the water ran cold.

Could’ve had him in a dozen different ways anywhere in this house, but I wanted him right where he said he’d take me.

Right where I belonged.

I stood at the foot of our bed, so attuned to him that I could feel him behind me, even though he wasn’t yet touching me. My body hummed at his nearness, that ever-present urge to be closer buzzing beneath my skin.

“Still feel like running?” he asked, his voice low, his breath warm against my ear.

I shook my head—no hesitation. No uncertainty.

“The words, chaos,” he said. “I need the words.”

“No,” I breathed. “I’m done running.”

“You can still run, baby.” He slid his hands beneath my— his —sweatshirt, pulling it up and off me before tossing it to the side. Then he stepped close, reaching around to cup my breasts as he brushed his lips against my ear. “You’re just done running without me .”

I arched against him, moaning when he pinched my nipples into stiff peaks. His hands were everywhere—tugging off the rest of my clothes while he caressed each inch of me he uncovered as if he couldn’t get enough.

Before I could return the favor, he tossed me onto the bed, that dark glint in his eyes telling me exactly what he planned to do. In the next second, he dragged me to the edge of the mattress, dropped to his knees by the side of the bed, and settled his broad shoulders between my thighs.

And then he devoured me.

There was no teasing. No warm-up. He just dove straight into my pussy like a starved man. He groaned at the first swipe of his tongue through my slit—deep and filthy and mine —gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise, and ate me out like he had something to prove.

I cried out, arching against him as I grabbed for the sheets, the headboard, his hair—anything to keep me anchored here in this moment while he worked me over, sending me straight for the edge of a cliff.

“Fuck, Xander.” I moaned, long and low, my eyes rolling back as he slipped two fingers inside me and focused his tongue on my clit. “ God , don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop.” He pulled back just enough to whisper the words, his beard brushing against my swollen clit with each one. “Gonna lick up every drop of what’s mine.”

As soon as he affixed his mouth back on my pussy and focused every ounce of his attention on my clit, I was done for. Game over. I came like I was breaking apart—back bowed, thighs quaking, shattered pleas falling from my lips.

And through it all, he kept going, never letting up. His tongue was relentless against me, those fingers, so thick and deep, sending me soaring again before I’d even found my footing from the last fall.

Xander groaned against my flesh like he couldn’t get enough. Like every ounce of pleasure he was coaxing from my body was his favorite flavor. Like I was his favorite fucking meal.

“Tell me,” he growled against me before circling my clit with his tongue, thrusting his fingers inside me. “Tell me who this sweet cunt belongs to.”

“Xander,” I choked out, barely able to speak as every nerve ending in my body was strung tight.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head against me, the rough scrape of his beard making me squirm, hungry for more. “That’s not good enough. I want to hear the words while you’re just like this. Shaking and swollen and fucking dripping for me. Tell me this pussy’s mine. And say it like you mean it.”

Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes as he focused his mouth on me again—his words, so gruff and possessive, along with the relentless stroke of his tongue taking me exactly where I needed to go.

“It’s yours,” I choked out, my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer as I arched against his mouth. Desperate now. “ I’m yours.”

“Damn fucking right you are. All mine. And I make sure my greedy little cunt’s taken care of, don’t I?”

This time, when he sucked my clit into his mouth, he didn’t tease.

Didn’t work me up with slow licks. He just shoved me straight over the edge into pure bliss.

I came so hard, I sobbed out his name as I rode his face and his fingers, pleasure I’d never found with anyone else tearing through my body.

I was still shaking when he finally pulled away, his lips shiny, beard wet, eyes hungry and focused on me.

And then he stripped. Fast. Efficient. A man on a mission who knew exactly where he wanted to be.

I couldn’t even enjoy the show before he was there, flipping me over and settling in behind me.

“Hands and knees, chaos. I know how much you love it when I fuck you nice and deep, and I get the deepest like this, don’t I, baby?”

God yes, he did. And I wanted it. Even wrung out like this, I still wanted it.

I scrambled to do as he’d asked, lifting my hips as I settled my cheek on the sheets. The cool air hit my pussy and the wetness coating the insides of my thighs, but I didn’t hide what a mess he’d made of me. Why bother? He knew exactly what he’d done. And he fucking loved it.

“There’s my dirty girl.” He groaned low in his throat and knelt behind me, smoothing his palm up the length of my spine, the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance.

I tipped my hips back, seeking him out. Needing him to fill me in the way only he could.

“See?” He bent over me, his chest blanketing my back, hand wrapped around my throat as he pressed his lips against my ear. “That’s my greedy pussy, isn’t it? So fucking needy for me.”

I nodded, clenching and unclenching my fists against the sheets, hips still arching…still searching. And then he was there, sinking in slowly. Like we had all the time in the world.

Because we finally did.

“Fuck me. And this is your cock, isn’t it?

” He gripped my hip with his other hand, his fingers digging into my flesh as he sank into me, inch by delicious inch.

“You feel that stretch? How you suck me in deeper? That’s what happens when your pussy knows exactly who it belongs to. What happens when my cock slides home.”

“ Yes ,” I moaned, one hand fisted in the sheet, the other reaching back for him, my fingernails digging into his skin. Needing to leave my mark on him just like he was doing to me. “Please, Xander, don’t stop. Don’t stop. I need?—”

“I know exactly what you need.” He slammed into me then, his thrusts deep and punishing. Unrelenting. Not just fucking me, but owning me. Claiming me.

And I was all too ready to surrender.

“You think anyone else could fuck you like this?” he asked, his hips slapping against my ass, his cock so deep inside me. “You think anyone else knows your body as well as I do? Think anyone else could ever get you this wet, this desperate, this fucking needy ?”

“No.” I shook my head, eyes squeezed shut as my pussy clenched around him, my body strung tight. “Only you.”

“That’s right, baby. Only me.” He slid his hand down my body, his fingers thrumming my clit and making me jerk against his touch. “Come for me one more time. I want this greedy little cunt to show me how much she loves being mine.”

He brought his fingers down against my clit in three sharp slaps, and I went flying. I screamed as I shook and shuddered, the orgasm ripping through my body and splintering me into a thousand pieces.

Claimed. Consumed. Completely and utterly his.

Sinking as deep as he could, Xander came on a groan, his lips against my ear, hand wrapped around my throat, body covering mine as he poured every bit of himself into me.

Our bodies were slick with sweat as we collapsed onto the bed, Xander still inside me, his face buried in the crook of my neck like he could breathe a little easier with me this close.

“I love you,” he murmured before pressing a kiss to my shoulder. Soft and achingly sweet. “So fucking much.”

I reached back, tangled my fingers in his hair, and turned my face toward him. I captured his lips in a kiss, then rested my forehead against his, eyes still closed, and breathed deep. “I love you too.”

“I hope you know I’m never letting you go,” he said, his arms tightening around me.

“I know.” And I did.

That knowledge didn’t scare me. Didn’t fill me with the urge to flee. Instead, I snuggled closer, allowed myself to be wrapped up tight in his arms, content with the fact that I was finally home.

And I was never leaving again.