Xavier watched me intently, possessively. I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t nervous. I’d never had sex, never wanted to, if I was being honest.

“I’m starving for you, Claire, so fucking hungry I can’t stand it any longer.” He made this low sound deep within his chest, his mouth on my throat, his teeth and tongue licking and sucking me there. His dick pressed between my thighs, a huge, thick rod that had my pussy clenching. I was seconds away from begging him to be with me already.

“I want you to show me exactly where you want me,” he said in this harsh growl. My entire body tingled, fire racing along my skin. He lifted up, digging his dick farther against me.

“I want you everywhere,” I said, the words spilling from me on their own. The sound he made, told me that my words, even if they lacked detail, pleased him well enough.

“I should give you slow, easy. I should be gentle with you, but God, Claire, I need you so damn badly. I don’t want to refrain, don’t want to pretend I’m not about to lose it.”

My entire body felt like it would combust at any second. I was aroused, wet, ready, aching for him. “I won’t break,” I finally said, not knowing how else to display that I wasn’t as vulnerable as he might think. I was strong from surviving, from being with the others, fighting to stay alive and not get captured.

“Yeah, baby. I know what you want. I know what to give you.” He ran his tongue along the arch of my neck, licking, sucking, gently nibbling my flesh. I was on the verge of climaxing again from that alone. And then before I knew what was happening, he had me off him and was striding a few feet from where I sat. I was now on the edge of the bed, the chill in the air forming goose bumps along my arms and legs.

I stared at him, looking my fill. He was all hard, big, and strong, with bulging muscles, inked flesh, and an erection that had my inner muscles clenching.

He was all male.

I was dizzy, light-headed from my desire for him. I took a stuttering breath. He didn’t move for long seconds, maybe trying to gather his composure, trying to control himself.

He had his palm wrapped around his dick, and he stroked himself, his focus on my body. “I had to stop, had to get your sweet, warm body off mine or I would have come just from looking at you.” His voice was a low growl again. “And I want to be buried deep in your body when that happens.”

I couldn’t breathe, and my heart beat funny, like little thumps that skipped a beat, telling me I couldn’t handle much more … yet I didn’t want this to stop.

“Come here, Claire,” he commanded, his voice thick, his intention clear from the way he watched me. I obeyed instantly.

I got off the bed and walked toward him, my legs shaky, my knees threatening to buckle. When I was just a few feet from him, I took in a deep breath, smelling the cologne he wore, feeling drunk from it.

His focus was on my lips.

“I want to touch you,” I said, meaning every word. And then I did just that, not waiting for him to reply. I pushed his hand away and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He was thick, too thick for my fingers to touch. I started stroking him gently, staring into his eyes, hearing the change in his breathing.

“Fuck,” he said gutturally.

I moved my hand faster, adding more pressure. He closed his eyes, his massive chest rising and falling, his lips parting slightly. I was so wet, so turned on watching him get this pleasure, knowing I was the cause of it. But when I thought he might go over the edge for me, he took a step back, my hand slipping from his cock.

He opened his eyes, his pupils dilated. “If you keep touching me”—he lifted his gaze to my face—“I’ll come before this even has time to really start.” He was still close enough that when he leaned in, his mouth was right by mine. “And like I said before,” he whispered, “I want to be inside of you when that happens.”

I sucked in a deep breath. “Then no more teasing. Be with me.” And then he had his mouth on mine, fucking me with his lips and tongue, forcing me to hold on to him or I’d crumple to the ground. I clenched my legs together, trying to stem off the arousal that threatened to slip down my inner thigh.

“How ready are you for me?”

I felt like I’d been waiting for this my entire life. “So ready,” I replied breathlessly. And I was. God, I was so ready to finally let Xavier have me.