Chapter 8

A knock sounded on her bedroom door, making Adriana startle. Ever since she had been assigned to her quarters, no one had come knocking on her door. And seeing as she was the only resident within the premises, Adriana couldn’t help but wonder who it was, seeking her out in the middle of the night.

A jolt of excitement hit her, at the thought of Xavier being the one to visit her. Something had began to fester during their outing some hours ago. And even though he hadn’t made any move on her, and had kept his promise to only have one drink, his eyes relayed all the dirty things he wanted to do to her, keeping her on her toes all daylong, until he eventually called it a day, and dropped her off at her workplace.

It was naïve of her to think that it could be him but still, a girl could hope, right? Even though what she was hoping for could be her downfall.

Without a second thought at her clothing or lack thereof, Adriana sauntered to the door, and yanked it open, freezing when she saw that it was indeed Xavier at the door.

“What are you doing here?” she rasped, eying him warily.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he responded, pushing himself inside, and closing the door behind him.

And before she could register anything, his lips were on hers, drawing her in, for a hard, punishing kiss. His tongue probing her lips, until she opened up for him, moaning loudly into his mouth, which he swallowed, as he backed her up into the room.

This was everything she had wanted for the last forty eight hours, and more. The taste of him was different, even his cologne was different now but she was too far gone in her lust to make sense of it.

The thick bulge at his crotch made another rush of arousal hit her, making her mewl, which elicited a growl from him.

The force of his lips, the demanding sweep of his tongue, and the feel of him—every bit of it was familiar, yet different and she responded in kind.

They might as well have gone back in fucking time. Everything about this was a mirror of what had happened that night at the club, including the deep, insatiable desire that flared to life low in her belly.

She didn’t ever want to stop.

And just as suddenly as he had kissed her, he suddenly stepped away from her, pushing a hand through his hair, messing them up.

Her nipples were peaked and stiff, drawn so tight it was almost painful as they rubbed against the fabric of her nightdress. Her clit was still pulsing, a demanding need building up inside of her.

It felt like the moment in the office right before her lips had crashed down on his, the air electric with dangerous chemistry. With possibility. With desire that could burn them both to the ground.

It was still infecting her entire body, making frustration and lust burn through her with equal vengeance, each emotion ratcheting the other one up even higher.

She wanted to kiss him.

She wanted to fuck him.

She wanted him to leave.

She wanted him to never stop.

Her chest heaved as she drew in a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as the rich, spicy scent of his aftershave overtook her senses.

He stared at her for a full minute, his breathing as ragged as hers, his icy blue eyes dark and blown out with desire before he palmed her neck, and kissed her again, hard.

She almost sighed in relief when his lips touched hers, because in that minute, she thought he was going to change his mind and leave.

As his fingers tangled in her hair, she drew back from his kiss just enough to catch his bottom lip between her teeth, and bit down hard, marking him for all the world to see, that he had been hers for the night.

He cursed and jerked back, raising a hand to his lip. His fingertips came away smeared with a drop of red, and he glanced down at them before looking back at her.

She expected to see anger in his eyes, maybe even disgust but what she didn’t expect to see was a new kind of heat smoldering in his irises. A small, hungry smile curved his lips before they crashed down on hers again, a coppery taste mixed with the taste and scent of him, infusing their kiss with the tang of blood.

She darted her tongue out to lick the corner of his mouth as if to soothe the hurt she had caused, making him groan as he wrapped his arms around her, fusing her body to his.

She could feel his heartbeat against hers, and just like that night at his hotel room, it suddenly felt like the only salve for the turbulent emotions trying to break free in her chest was this.

This man’s lips on hers, his hands on her, his cock inside her.

His palms skate over the curve of her ass before he lifted her up, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She was barely aware of him walking them towards her bedroom, until he dumped her on the bed, her legs splayed open for his view, as he stood between them, staring down at her with a lust filled gaze.

She had never felt as sexier in her life as she did in this moment, while still covered. But then again, she had never worn lingerie like this, or a dress that made her feel like Cinderella, or been at a party where a king and queen were in attendance.

It was another night for new experiences. And she wanted to experience Xavier all over again, and everything he had to give. This time around, she wanted the prince not the random person she had hooked up with at the club.

Even if, after the clock turned midnight, she suddenly regretted it, she decided she wouldn’t. That if regrets did came her way, she would chide herself, because for the second time in her life, she wanted to experience what it felt like to let go.

She knew what the consequences of another dalliance with the prince would be. But for the life of her, Adriana couldn’t think of anything at the moment, other than having him inside her. And so, in a bold movement, she ran her hands over her breasts, watching him with a sly smile, enjoying the flare of heat in his pupils.

He was all heady man. Aroused lusts and strong passions. He was breathing fast and hard, his nostrils flaring like a stallion in heat.

God, the things he did to her insides.

He pressed her to the bed, but before he could get up again, she quickly threaded her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, her body welcoming him eagerly.

She clasped him to her tightly, loving the feel of him against her body and between her legs.

A shiver rushed through her that made her back arch, pushing her breasts against him.

The invitation was too much for him to ignore it seemed. He bowed his head and pressed kisses to the ripe swells, and with a shudder, she ran her fingers through his hair, holding him hostage.

She had a prince on her bed. A prince kissing and caressing her breasts. This was more than Cinderella.

She didn’t know what the hell it was, but Adriana didn’t want it to stop.

Another shudder rushed through her when he loosened one cup of her lingerie and tugged her breast out from inside the confines.

When his lips pursed around the tip, pleasure soared through her in such a rush, she let out a whimper.

The strength of that simple caress was too much for her to bear. She clenched her eyes shut, choosing to revel in the moment as he made her experience things she hadn’t experienced in too long.

With a mewl, she lifted her head, urged his upright with the strength of her clasp in his hair and united their mouths. She arched her hips, rocking them against his cock. He was thick and full between her legs, and she loved the heavy presence of him. Her movements were almost frantic, and that was because, in essence, they were.

She felt a desperate need unfurling inside her. One that threatened to overtake the very air she breathed if she didn’t feel him closer to her soon.

His tongue swept over his full bottom lip as he stared down at her. The bleeding had stopped, although she could still see a small red mark where she had bit him, and a rush of pride blossomed within her, knowing that her mark would remain on him, for the foreseeable future.

It was too much, the intensity of his stare burned into her skin like a brand, sending a flood of heat racing through her body.

Her breaths were coming in short gasps as she reached for his shirt, cussing internally when she couldn’t get the damn thing off of him. It was as if it had been stitched to his body, and the only way to get it off was to cut it away, which she was down to, if it meant she could get to touch his bare body.

She let her nails dig into the thick corded muscles of his shoulders, and he grunted then reared off her.

She cried out at his loss. The loss of heat and his weight was more than she could bear. Her lips parted—he couldn’t think to leave her, could he?

Horror whipped through her as he stood there, breathing heavily, staring down at her with eyelids so thickly lidded he was peering at her through slits.

Then, just when mortification began to stir, he dropped his shirt like it was burning oil touching his skin and began to unfasten the strap of his sweatpants.

Slowly, in total control. So unlike the man he had been two nights ago at the club and the hotel. Had he gotten a behaviour transplant along with the change in his eye color?

Internally, she was a shivering wreck at the sight of that control, because his eyes branded her in a way that made everything in her clench down with hunger. She watched as he stepped out of his pants, then his boxers, standing naked before her.

He didn’t grab his cock, didn’t pull it out, just freed himself and came over to her again. And again, she wondered at the difference in him but it didn’t deter from the flush of arousal that hit her at the sight of his dick.

If his kiss had been enticing before, now it inspired a ravenous hunger in her. He forged their lips together with the same brand that had sealed her gaze to his form as he undressed. She couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to. Just wanted him.

It overtook her. Swelled inside her like nothing else had ever done. She needed him in her body.

Nothing else made sense.

Before she knew where she was at, he’d rolled them over so she was above him. The move liberated her from his weight, but he used the new position to grab at her lingerie, and tug it off of her body.

His hands settled on the curve of her ass, and he pulled at the fabric bisecting her cheeks.

Xavier slipped his hands under the fabric of her thong, then cupped her ass. His palms against her sensitive skin made her jittery. When a finger slid against her sex, she moaned into his mouth.

When that finger pumped into her, stretching the tissues there, she clenched down around him and did the same with her eyes.

Letting him take her mind off how small she was with the kiss that just about knocked her socks off, she threw herself into the passionate embrace and let him stretch her down there, as another finger joined the first. She was crazily wet, so that helped. But he scissored the digits inside her, stretching the small passage.

Moaning into his mouth when he pulled out and used his slick fingers to caress her clit, she began to ride his hand. And just like the last time they had been together, the orgasm when it came was swift, knocking the breath out of her.

His slippery fingers caressed her clit with a practiced ease that should have pissed her off, but she felt churlish being jealous because damn, that experience made her come like no other man had.

It was fast and quick. Almost like a burst of adrenaline that had her soaring up to a level she’d never reached before. He kept her there, plateauing, by immediately sinking his fingers back inside her greedy pussy.

The sounds of her juices were so embarrassingly loud, she pulled her mouth from his. “No. More. I need more.”

His laugh was in his eyes as he rolled them back over once more so she was on the bottom.

She stared up at him, a smile on her face, as she relished the difference in him. There was no dirty talk from him tonight, and even though the first time he had kissed her had been rough, there was something gentle about the way he handled her.

She had no idea which side of him she liked better. But all she knew was that she would welcome both sides of him to her bed again, and again if she had the fortitude. And right now, she needed him inside her before she exploded.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Do you have a condom?” he asked, jolting her from her musings.

Blinking, she shook her head, wondering why he was asking for one when they hadn’t used protection all the times they’d had sex.

He grunted, as he levered himself off the bed.

Before she could even let out a cry of distress, she watched him take the two steps to the bedside table and began rummaging inside them, until he found what he was looking for.

She wanted to tell him that they didn’t need protection, that she wanted him to fuck her bareback but it was like she had experienced a mini brain fry, as she watched him fist himself, sliding the rubber over his dick.

She wanted to ask him how he knew about the condom in the cabinet but all thoughts flew out of her head as he came down between her thighs once more.

This time, however, his cock touched her clit. The slick tip rubbing over her. She cried out, the pleasure making her close her eyes as she processed it.

She lifted a hand, and pressed the base of her wrist to her forehead.

“Jesus,” she whimpered as he carried on teasing her like that. Small thrusts of his hips that maintained the contact and had electrical sparks shooting along her nerve endings. She loosened up, her legs parting, her body opening to his confident touch.

“Xavier,” he groaned, eliciting a cry of amusement and arousal from her.

When the tip of his cock slipped down deeper, she felt it burrow into her warmth and knew that tensing up was the last thing she ought to do.

He coated himself in her juices, and she opened her eyes and saw him sliding his hand around his cock, making the condom slick with more of her arousal. Hell, that sight alone was enough to blow her brains.

The tip entered her once more, and she blew out a breath and forced herself to relax.

She didn’t know how he could be so controlled when she felt the exact opposite. But he took her lips with all the fire she knew he was quelling down below. His tongue thrust into her in a way they both wanted his cock to be doing to her pussy. He tore the breath from her lungs, stole her energy with his hunger.

Another inch slipped inside.

As her hands came up to grip his hair once more, another two thrust in deeper.

She clenched around him then forced herself to relax as she began to fight back, her tongue plunging its way into his mouth, parrying with him there.

Another inch.

Another.

Then he was there.

His pelvis brushing hers and her every part feeling splayed wide open, now he was inside her.

Impaled, kind of described it. Uncomfortable, another. He was thicker and fuller than she remembered, and it made her ache in a lot of delicious ways, even though it was bordering on being painful.

Did he also get a dick adjustment? Or am I just going crazy from arousal? Also, did he pierce his dick?

He seemed to realize she wasn’t breathing and pulled his lips from hers.

“Breathe, Adriana,” he whispered, dotting kisses along her cheeks, moving down to nip at her earlobe before doing the exact thing she needed—kissing her neck.

The minute he did that, she knew it was game over.

A roar sounded in her head as all her delicate nerve endings in that most sensitive of her erogenous zones sent off flares of warning.

She clenched around him again. Not out of panic, but in need.

His tongue worked at her throat, massaging it and teasing her. She felt him nip and then suck, didn’t even care if he left a hickey.

Her hands slipped down his spine, and this time, she dug her nails in hard as she flung her head back.

“Move,” she gritted out, rocking her hips, loving the friction that came as a result.

His thickness did something to her clit. Made it pop out of its hood? Hell, she didn’t know what it did, didn’t care, just knew that when she rocked her hips, it nudged her clit against his pelvis, which had more fireworks going off at the backs of her eyes.

He made to pull out, but she quickly wrapped her legs around his hips. Burrowing her heels into his ass, she lifted her own and began to pump onto him from below.

She caught his gaze with hers when he peered down at her, but she was merciless as she fucked him.

Her ass ached, her thighs too, but hell, it didn’t matter. None of it mattered, as long as whatever was going on with her clit carried on.

She felt the muscles in her face spasm, felt her nerve endings twitch in her eyes as an orgasm approached.

Just when she was on the brink of tumbling over, he bucked on her, pulled out to nearly all the way, then thrust in.

The move, so unexpected, had her screaming. She couldn’t contain the shriek, didn’t want to.

He did it again.

Three more times, and that was it. She was done.

Her pussy clamped around his with a force that had his eyes widening, and with a low groan, he came too.

Their mutual orgasm, with their gazes as tightly joined as their sexes, was the most intense thing she’d experienced in her thirty-three years.

As he pumped his seed into her, the condom getting in the damn way, she flared to life around him.

And only when she could breathe again, when his cock softened inside her and he slumped on top of her, did she question what had just happened.

Because she knew that something had shifted between them once again. And whatever it was, she had a feeling that this was just the tip of iceberg. And whatever this was, she wanted to experience it again, and again, and again.

“Again?” he muttered, echoing her thoughts, his soft dick already beginning to harden inside her.

“Yeah, again,” she echoed back.

“But not here,” he mumbled, burying his head between her shoulders. “Let’s go to my room.”

“Why?” she queried, feeling slightly defensive of her living quarters. “Is there something wrong with my room? Is it not up to your royal highness’ standards?”

“It’s not that,” he whispered, raising his head to look into her eyes. “You work here, and anyone could come in here and interrupt us. I don’t want any interruptions, for when I begin to do all the dirty things I want to do with you.”

Lord, she just had two orgasms and she shouldn’t be close to having another one, especially since he hadn’t done anything to stimulate her but right now, she was on the verge of orgasm number three, just because of what he said.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Let’s go.”

But neither made any effort to move. Instead, he pulled out of her and discarded the condom, rolling another one on his dick before returning to the bed and entering her in one full swoop.

This was different from all the times they have had sex. It was much slower, filled with passion, as if he too felt the shift in their situation.

And when orgasm number three came, it was slow building yet as equally devastating as all the times he had made her come.