Black Knight (Royal Elite 4)

There have been times where I’ve lain in bed and imagined how it would be, my first time, I mean. Whether it was fast, slow, passionate, or emotional, it didn’t make a difference. Because in all those times, Xander’s face was the only one that appeared.

No fantasy could’ve prepared me to the way he’s taking it easy and being gentle. To the way his entire body is getting accustomed to mine. To the way he’s holding my back with strength but also care.

But I don’t need care right now.

I need him to take me, to make me feel how much he wants me and to prove that he has indeed thought about me before.

“Harder, Xan,” I breathe out.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want you to hurt me.”

He chuckles, the sound like music to my ears. “My bossy Green is back, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Now do it.”

“I’m big and you’re too fucking tight,” he rasps. “It might hurt for days.”

“I want it to hurt for days.”

“Fuck me.” His blue eyes twinkle with mischievousness. “Why do you want it to hurt for days? So you can remember us?”

I nod.

His smirk coupled with those dimples might’ve secretly slaughtered me. “You won’t have to, because I won’t stop for days.”

A flash of emotions covers his face as he kisses me while picking up his pace. He’s right, I’m too tight, and because of that, each thrust hurts. But it’s the pleasurable type of pain, the type that pulls me in deeper with every second.

My breathing picks up and my nails dig into his golden hair as his hips jerk with the force of his thrusts. My back pounds against the wall and a wave forms at the bottom of my stomach, strong and unyielding.

“Xan… Oh, God…”

“Oh, fuck, fuck!” he grunts against my lips. “Are you close?”

“I think so.”

He reaches a hand between us and flicks my clit, adding a maddening pressure to my pussy. “I can’t hold it in anymore.”

“Neither can I.”

The heels of my shoes dig into his arse as he rams into me with harshness so violent, it makes me delirious for a second, unable to remember where the hell I am or what I’m doing.

His hips jerk over and over, like he can’t control the force thrumming in him.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Green. For so fucking long.”

“So have I,” I admit through a moan.

“I wanted you even when I shouldn’t have.”

“I don’t care.”

“I wanted you to be mine so much it hurt.”

“You did?”

“I wanted to kidnap you to somewhere no one knows us and fuck you until we could no longer move,” he confesses against my mouth. “I wanted to take you from the world and keep you for myself.”