[Book 2] of Nova and Xavier.
They say the first year of marriage is the hardest.
Faced with consequences of the past and ultimate betrayal, will Nova and Xavier prove that no matter what, love always wins? Or are somethings to hard to forgive?
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(Sorry couldn't resist!)
"Fuck me like one of your whores." I whisper into Xavier's ear.
"What?"
But I ignore him and find his lips, tasting him, showing him how much I want his body on mine.
I want the pain and the pleasure only he can give me, I need him to make me forget. Forget how much I've messed everything up.
Ripping at his shirt and pulling it over his head, I see the bandage around his chest. The bandage he has because of my stupidity.
Tears cloud my vision but I blink them away. I need to forget. If only for a short while.
"Get this dress off me please." He nods and pulls my dress over my head. But its all too slow, I kiss him harder, straddling his lap sucking his bottom lip and biting it harder than usual. A deep primal groan vibrates from his chest as his hands get to work on the ribbon of my corset. But he isn't quick enough.
"Get it off me now!" I demand, as Xavier gives up with the ribbon and rips it in two along with my slip. The material falls to the floor, as the cool air hardens my nipples. I'm flipped onto my back with Xavier hovering over me, pressing his arousal into my opened legs and rubbing deliciously between my thighs, causing an ache that only he can fill.
His hands entwine with mine and pushes them over my head as he continues his assault on my neck making me moan and I arch my back pushing my hips to his erection desperately wanting to release the pressure that's throbbing unbearably.
"I want you inside of me." I pant, moving my hands down to his belt, pulling it open roughly. But his hands stop me.
"Let me make you feel good first. I need to get you ready." He soothes kissing down my neck to my breasts.
"No Xavier I want you inside of me now." I beg, "Show me what you do to me when I defy you. When I don't listen to you." He must have heard the desperation in my voice as he groans sliding his manhood out and palming it roughly in his hand, looking at me directly in the eye.
He moves his hips near my entrance, but his finger brushes over my wet folds then pushes a finger inside then two, pumping in and out and curving them up to a sweet spot high inside.
"If it hurts or I'm too rough-"
I kiss him and pull at his hips to signal how desperately I want him.
"Ruin me." I whimper, arching my back at the pace his fingers are going.
"You shouldn't say those things to me." He growls and pushes himself inside of me with one thrust.
All the air escapes my lungs as pain accumulates as I stretch to accommodate him.
