Chapter 73

SEVENTY-THREE

AMETHYST

Xero hesitates for several heartbeats, his gaze locked on mine as if he’s weighing the gravity of my simple request. We lie on our sides, facing each other. The silence between us stretches, and I almost regret confessing what those men did during the force-feeding.

Just as I’m about to tell him to forget about it, he nods, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a shiver down my spine.

He shifts back on the mattress, the muscles in his torso bunching and rippling with every movement. I drink in the sight of his sculpted pecs, the defined lines of his abs, the raw power in his broad shoulders. His intricate tattoos come alive in a mesmerizing dance of shadows and ink.

Anticipation and nervousness thrum through my core, my pulse quickening with each breath. I can’t tear my eyes away as he raises his hips, his boxers sliding down to reveal his hard length. His cock springs free, the piercings catching the sunlight and sending a cascade of shimmering reflections around the room.

My breath hitches, and I bite my lip. Nothing—not even that silicone dildo—could ever capture his full grandeur.

Xero’s gaze never wavers, his eyes boring into mine as if he’s reading my every hidden thought. The air between us thickens, charged with a tension that crackles against my skin like static electricity.

“See something you like, little ghost?” he asks, his deep voice eliciting a delicious shiver.

My breath quickens. My gaze fixes on the hand wrapping around the base of his cock. “Lots of things, actually.”

He runs his fingers up and down his shaft once, twice, setting a slow, sensual rhythm that makes my clit swell.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his words wrapping around my senses like tendrils of smoke. “I want to worship every inch of your body. I want to kiss every scar, every mark, because you’re the only goddess I worship.”

Heat pools low in my belly, and my breath shallows. His words are intoxicating, an auditory aphrodisiac. For the first time, I feel seen—not as a broken woman, but as someone worthy of love and desire.

“Show me how much you want me,” I murmur from the other side of the mattress.

Xero’s gaze drops to my bare breasts, his strokes quickening around his shaft. “I want to kiss those glorious tits.”

I arch my back. “These?”

“Yes,” he growls, his voice raw with desire, “They’re perfect.”

Pleasure skitters down my spine as he runs his tongue across his lip. I want that mouth on my nipples. I want those hands stroking my breasts.

As if sensing my thoughts, he slows his motion up and down his length in a gesture meant to tease. In response, the muscles of my core clench.

“I want to make you writhe beneath me. I want to hear you moan my name,” he continues, his voice thickening with lust. “I want to taste the nectar from your sweet pussy, feel your body tremble as you come undone, just for me.”

My heart races at the raw honesty in his words. I want all those things, too.

“Fuck, I want to bury my cock in your tight cunt,” he growls, his hand moving faster, his eyes darkening with need. “I want to feel your wet heat around my shaft, see your face as you shatter with pleasure.”

His dirty talk ignites a fire within my libido, burning through the lingering fear. Heat builds in my core, and my pussy becomes slick with arousal. My nipples tighten. My breath shallows. Without meaning to, my body scoots toward him across the mattress.

“Xero,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.

His gaze remains on mine as he quickens his strokes around his cock. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I moan, my voice barely audible. “I want you touching me, too.”

“Stroke that pretty pussy. Make it purr,” he commands, his voice a throaty growl.

Pleasant shivers run between my legs, making my clit ache. As I part my thighs, he leans in to take a closer look. I slide a finger between my swollen lips, and we both moan.

“Good girl. Are you wet for me?” he rasps.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Xero’s gaze never leaves mine. The muscles in his arm flex and contract with each motion and his breaths grow heavier, matching the rhythm of his hand.

I mirror his strokes, exploring my wetness, my fingers running down from my clit to my soaking entrance.

The air between us buzzes with tension, and every sense heightens. The room fades away, leaving only the two of us, locked in this bubble of pleasure. But it’s not enough. We’re too far apart. The space between us on the mattress feels like a chasm.

Xero’s lips part with a low moan that I feel as a caress against my skin. As it increases in volume, the sound sends a jolt of longing straight to my core.

“I want my tongue on your pussy, tasting you, making you scream my name. Would you like that, little ghost?”

“Fuck,” I groan. “Yes.”

Drifting closer, he presses his lips on the tip of my shoulder, igniting an explosion of sparks. “More?”

“Please.”

His lips trail down toward the swell of my breast, searing my skin with a path of desire. Every stroke of his tongue sends electric jolts to my needy clit.

He doesn’t touch me with his fingers—just his mouth. I scoot closer until the hand stroking his cock bumps against my thigh. The muscles of my pussy clamp around nothing, needing his fingers.

“I’ve never wanted anyone—anything—as much as I want you,” he says before sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.

Sensation hits my solar plexus with an intensity that draws out a strangled gasp. Xero’s tongue swirls around my hardened nipple before sucking with a pressure that makes me jerk against his larger body.

This contact earns me a pleased growl. I grab onto his hair, pulling him closer, wanting him to never let go.

His tongue continues to tease and torment my sensitive peak until every nerve feels like it’s been set alight. My hips grind against the mattress, desperate for more contact. I arch into his touch, a pleading whimper escaping my lips as he continues to lavish my body with his tongue.

When Xero’s mouth leaves my nipple with a soft pop, I want to scream. But then his lips trail downward, each touch igniting waves of ecstasy.

“Tell me what you need, little ghost,” he murmurs against my skin.

“Your mouth,” I say between ragged breaths. “On my pussy.”

His lips move lower, down my belly, pausing to swirl his tongue around its button, and then further down to my pubes. He kisses, nips, sucks, and teases my skin, making me roll on my back and pant for more.

When his hot breath grazes my pussy, my hips buck on instinct, seeking more of his touch. The tip of his tongue teases at my slit, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My body trembles, my mind consumed by overwhelming need. Every nerve catches fire, consumed by the raw desire for his next move.

“Come undone for me, little ghost. Fill my ears with the sound of your pleasure.”

His nose bumps against my clit, and I cry out. “Xero!”

The vibrations of his chuckle against my wet folds hit me with a fresh wave of arousal, and I shiver. Then his tongue dips between my folds and swirls around my clit.

I tighten my fingers in his hair and moan, “Yes! Right there.”

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs around my heated flesh. “Just like you were made for me to eat.”

I buck against his face, chasing my pleasure.

“That’s right, baby. Use me. Take what you need. I’m yours.”

Tossing my head back, I shiver. Each lash of his tongue sends waves of pleasure through my core, pushing me closer to the edge. Xero alternates between soft licks and firmer strokes, his hands never intruding.

“More,” I cry out. “Please.”

His tongue slides down to my opening and plunges in with wild abandon. I groan, gripping his platinum hair. As he fucks me with his tongue, his finger makes slow, teasing circles around my clit.

My hips jerk and spasm, increasing the friction. Pressure builds, and sensation coils deep in my core. This is it. I’m going to climax. Pleasure swells, growing more intense with each frantic heartbeat. I’m babbling incoherently, not sure if I’m begging him for more or to never stop.

Xero keeps his rhythm steady, holding me suspended in so much pleasure that my body convulses. I claw at the sheets, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“I’m close,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my face,” he growls into my pussy.

Sensation mounts, cresting into a storm that crashes through my core, leaving every nerve electrified. An orgasm rips through my body, making my muscles clench and spasm. Euphoria overwhelms my senses until my vision turns white.

As the waves of ecstasy subside, I reach down, threading my fingers through Xero’s platinum hair, guiding him up from between my legs. My body still hums with lingering pleasure, and my breaths come in frantic gulps. When our lips finally meet, it’s an all-consuming kiss, desperate and hungry, as if we’re trying to meld into one.

I taste myself in his mouth and groan. Xero deepens the kiss, his tongue twisting, exploring my mouth. I clutch at his shoulders, pulling him nearer, craving the feel of his entire being, and revel in his growl.

My existence narrows to just the two of us, our mingled breaths, our joined lips, the slick slide of our bodies. His hands explore my skin, leaving trails of fire that make me want to burn in the heat of our desire.

“You’re my addiction,” he moans into the kiss. “Every taste of you leaves me wanting to overdose.”

“That was incredible,” I whisper against his lips, my voice still trembling with the force of that orgasm.

“Was?” he growls. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”