Broken but Breathing (Jinx Tattoos 2)

“You like the thought of that, beautiful?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

He curved his fingers and her breath stumbled.

“Right there,” she whimpered.

“Yeah? Like this.” He increased his speed.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

His eyes were melted milk chocolate as he peered up through dark lashes that should be illegal on a man.

“So wet for me. Imagine how good it’s going to feel when I’m buried inside of you.” His husky voice and clever fingers had her coasting on the brink.

“Close,” she grunted.

He leaned in and sucked her clit into his mouth, and she splintered with a strangled cry.

“That’s right, give me all that cream.” Her body jerked and her eyelids slammed shut as she rode a wave of euphoria. His sweet kisses on her inner thigh brought her back.

“Xavier,” she whispered, stroking her hands through his hair.

“You ready for me, sweet girl?”

“So ready.”

He stood and lifted her into his arms. “I want to give you slow and romantic, but right now all I can think about is being buried as deep inside of you as I can and fucking you ’til we both come.”

“Shit.”

He gave a low chuckle and tossed her onto the bed. Shoving his boxers off, he crawled onto the bed, trapping her between his arms. “First thing, you’re still overdressed. Take it off.” He moved back, watching her with dark hungry eyes as she popped the back and slid it down her arms.

“So beautiful.” He cupped her breasts, sucking a turgid nipple into his mouth as he rolled the other between his calloused fingers. Reaching between them, she stroked him. Pre-come leaked onto her hand and she wished she had the foresight to start birth control. They’d had the talk and exchanged paperwork. They were both clean. She wasn’t on birth control, so condoms were a necessity.

He released her breast with a pop. “You ready for me, Es?”

“Yes.”

He reached over to the nightstand, pulled out a foil packet, and ripped the top with his teeth.

“Let me,” she said, smiling as she took it from him and removed the condom. He groaned as she slid it down his length.

She laid back, watching his every move as he ran his cock between her slick lips and nudged her entrance. He pushed inside, one inch at a time—filling and re-shaping—and she dug her nails into his arms.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes, you feel so good.”

“It’s only going to get better,” he said as he moved deeper. Buried to the hilt, he stilled. She’d never felt so full in her life. Breathing through the pressure, she adjusted. She flexed her muscles, and they both cried out.

“So damn tight. You keep that up and it won’t be very long.”

“Can’t help it,” she moaned, unable to remain still. She lifted her hips, desperate for more friction, and he answered her with a hard thrust. She screamed.

He reached between them, rubbing her overly sensitive bud as he drove into her. Their bodies smacked together and her body tingled. She met him stroke for stroke, whimpering as she rushed toward the blinding fireworks.

“So close,” Snake groaned.