Selene was Xander's Angel. The Enigma he adored. The mystery he wanted to get lost in and know about with every beat of his heart. And he did so.
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She lived in fairy tales with happily ever afters, secretly wishing for a love like no other so sh...
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"Xander" I cried. Xander loved having his face between my legs. His perfect lips were working on my folds and clitoris expertly while he messaged my G-spot with his finger in a perfect motion.
I was writhing and crying in my bed. I was open. All for him. In every way possible.
He didn't respond to my words, continuing suckling my skin greedily. Every time felt better than the last time. He knew my body better.
I arched, coming all over his lips. He didn't bother letting my juices flow either, drinking it without hesitation. He kissed me again after that as I cooled down somewhat.
I felt weak. I was all gone. Up in cloud nine. I loved this feeling. This feeling of vulnerability. Because even in this weakness, I felt powerful from the way he looked at me. For the way I made him feel.
He climbed on me and kissed my throat. "You taste so good." My mind was clouded by him.
He got out his finger from my core and pushed it inside my mouth. "Suck," he ordered. I did so. I tasted myself. His eyes darkened further. God his eyes were so beautiful. They were on me.
I adore you, Xander.
I...
Thud.
I love you, Xander. I know I do. Irrevocably.
He pulled out his finger from my mouth and kissed me hard. Always more. He wanted more. And I would give him more. All of me. I'd take all of him too.
"Now this is what I call a dessert," he whispered.
I laughed. We had eaten dinner half an hour ago and then some ice cream but my Xander wasn't satisfied with it. However, he did make sure he had his fill right now.
"I want to do something for you too," I spoke, still feeling his hard length against my body. I hadn't done anything sexual besides touching myself before him but I knew his pleasure came too. Although he had told me he got pleasure when he pleased me. However, I wanted to do the same for him. To have control over him. But I learned that I wasn't much of a winner when it came to bed. I naturally wanted to let go. I liked surrendering.
"Do you?" He asked, he wanted to catch if I was lying-if this was what I truly wanted. How could he doubt me when I had shown this much trust in him?
"Yes," I said. He was holding himself on one of his forearms placed beside my head.
He only looked at me as I moved sideways a little, moving my hand down to his black jeans.
I love you. So much.
Xander.
I smiled. Him and I.
The only question was if he love me the way I loved him.
