Leawyn stared at the door. The wood was thick, matching the hut it served as the blockade to what was within. It’s been days.
They haven’t looked at each other, haven’t spoken.
And she couldn’t help but thinking it was her fault.
She thought back to that night. The look on his face when he had spoken his truth…his eyes.
He had left her there, with the man he killed. She had started at the lifeless eyes of the man until his blood soaked her dress. She couldn’t move.
She couldn’t escape.
He left her to deal with her demons. It wasn’t until the next morning that he had come to collect her, staring down at her with the same dead eyes that his victim had. She remembered how her legs were numb from staying in the same position for too long. But Xavier didn’t help her up; her lesson wasn’t over.
He escorted her to the lake, handed her a new dress, and left her alone to wash.
And that was it.
He hasn’t looked at her in the eyes since.
She closed her eyes, inhaling deep through her nose. When her fingers gripped the handle, her eyes opened.
She faced her demons.
She yanked open the door and went inside.
It was time for him to face his.
He was nose-deep into the map of land Tyronian had delivered to him this morning, and he hasn’t been able to come up since. His eyes scanned the vast landscape, the markings of cliffs and ocean, trying to plot the best course of action to bring his vision to life, when his door opened.
He gave explicit orders for him not to be disturbed. He looked up with a snarl, ready to condemn the person who dared to disobey but it died when he caught sight of Leawyn who’s back was turned from him as she closed the door.
She turned around to face him, staring at him head-on.
The sound of the lock sliding into place was loud and the air fizzled with the tension that always seemed to follow them.
She didn’t speak, and neither did he while he watched her come to him. When she was right in from of him—scarce inches separating their bodies from touching—she went to her knees and reached for his belt. His gaze grew heated, his abs going taunt when she undid the buckle and peeled back the fabric to reveal his cock that was already half-hard.
“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?” He asked huskily. It was the first time he’s spoken to her since that night. His hand snaked through her soft locks before fisting them at her nape.
“Shh.”
And before he could retort, she put the head of his engorged flesh into her mouth and sucked.
Hard.
He hissed, his thighs bunching from the pleasure. She went at him firm, sucking him just like he taught her how. Taking him in long strokes and deep into her mouth until she gagged his meaty flesh.
Gods, he loved that sound.
His eyes closed, his head tipping back. He was lost in what she was doing and how she was making him feel. Her right hand gripped his shaft, sliding up and down with a firm grip while she licked the tip, her tongue swirling and lapping up the tears his dick wept in appreciation.
His grip tightened in her hair. His hips jerked, wanting to pump into her mouth with the same intensity that he would with her tight warmth, but he held himself back. Before, he would have no problem taking control. He wouldn’t hesitate to hold her head still while he choked her with his cock, slamming it deep into her mouth. He’d make her take him until he came on down her throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop. Then, he would pick her up and bend her over his desk and pound into her until she was screaming.
But that was the old Xavier, one he had already let slip. He promised that he would be better. That he wouldn’t hurt her...or their baby. He already failed thrice—he wasn’t going to do it a fourth.
An emotion clogged his throat, so suddenly, it startled him. It was fighting with his pleasure, causing his body to fight in this weird battle on which one would prevail.
“Leawyn,” he choked. He wanted her to stop. He wanted to pull her closer.
The decision was made for him, because at that moment, her left hand cupped his sac the same moment she tugged his hips to her, taking his entire length into her mouth until her chin brushed against him. It was the move he had done to her multiple times, one he taught her to enjoy.
With a mix between a growl and a quiet cry, his release jetted into her waiting and willing throat. He groaned, holding her head to him a moment before he pulled back. She looked up at him with hungry eyes when his partially flaccid cock slipped free from her mouth. She must have seen something in his expression, because hers became almost desperate.
“Xavier,” she whispered, her tone raw. “Please.”