She didn't make it past the threshold of her room before she felt a hand snaking around her waist and effortlessly pushing her backward.
He swiveled her so she faced him, her eyes widened seeing the look in his eyes. Raw anger, potent desire, frightening desperation, and fear.
"Xavier," she didn't even recognize her squeaky mutter as she shivered, "What are you doing?"
She gasped as he effortlessly pinned her to the closest sofa, his crotch on hers.
She swallowed noting his bulging erection, "You promised, God you promised."
He placed his lips on her cheek so his husky voice reverberated right to her core, "I Bet if I slide my fingers up that fancy dress of yours and push your pants aside, I'm going to find you so soaked and ready for me, it would take me an hour to lick you dry"
Her eyes widened even as she averted her gaze.
"I made a promise and I remember damn too well what it was, you can tell me to stop right now and I would."
His hooded eyes that she knew mirrored the lust that she felt, erratic heartbeat, and flushed body couldn't produce the word no matter how hard she tried. The willpower to push him off her body she all of a sudden completely lacked.
Rather in a pitiful attempt to get off him so she could say she had tried resisting him to her conscience when she woke up to a sea of regret and mistake after caving in she squirmed and made the most fuckable sound, making him want to slide his fingers into her mouth and take out the little sounds that made him so hard, it was becoming painful, and put them in his pocket.
"Xavier," she half moaned warningly suddenly still, too afraid to move underneath him knowing his erection was dangerously close to her crotch.
He looked up to meet her gaze. Her eyelashes floated on her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, her eyes expressing wanton need and lust.
He stared. Gulped. Averted his gaze. Fuck she was beautiful.
"You are mine Maya, you are."
She moisturizes her lips not at all expecting the turn of events, "I'm not your property, Xavier."
He cupped her jaw, his gaze on her lips. "Shhh," he muttered even as he got up from her.
Handing her his hand, she stood up blinking in shock not believing it was over.
She escaped her room, but immediately she opened the door, she knew she had played into his trap. He trapped her against the already opened door, He cupped the side of her face, his thumbs on her cheeks, and kissed her.
Hard.
She stumbled back, he pushed the door open so they were inside her room even as she looked off guard and unprepared but that only made him more aggressive in the kiss. She sucked in a desperate breath as he darted his tongue out,
Their tongue rolled together, hungry and vicious in a wild dance without rhythm or pace.
She moaned and he groaned, sucking on her lower lip and digging his teeth into it.
She didn't remember how they went further into the room, so when he cupped both her ass cheeks and pushed her back crashing his groin into hers, she let him admitting she was fucked already.
She had always known that this was going to happen. A sane girl won't share the same house with a man she felt undeniable sexual attraction but she had proved adequately that she was anything but sane.
He grabbed the back of her thighs and brought them up to circle her waist, slamming her against the antique dresser and she let him.
She wanted him to know she wasn't surrendering to him but was surrendering to her own needs. He couldn't manipulate this into making a point that she in any way belonged to him, she was her person. A woman who had come this far by being independent on her own means and name.
This between them was selfish and hers. Borne out of desire and lust. It didn't matter it was Xavier who was making her light-headed with desire, she tried to tell herself all that mattered was that he damn knew his way around her body.
"You don't know how much__" his lips ghosted hers, wet and demanding with dirty intentions, "I have tried restraining myself to keep a damned promise I made to you even when you beg to be fucked and kissed senselessly by sucking on your lower lip I have told you more than once explicitly on what it did to me."
All she could do in response was sigh into his mouth. He tasted of whiskey and she could tell she had pushed him into drinking while thinking of her. Yet he was delicious, in a hardened, sinful unapologetic way.
Her fingers found the silk of his hair and she twisted it.
He took her hair in his fist and pulled hard, forcing her to stare into his face. Her scalp tingled but it didn't cause her extreme discomfort.
He lowered her on the King's bed and hovered on top of her similar to the position he had been with her on the sofa. He rolled his hips between her thighs, his erection sliding along her peach summer gown and his jeans.
"Look at me."
She didn't, couldn't.
Looking at him would ruin the allusion that it was just anyone producing this sound from her lips and making her body tremble with need.
"Look. At. Me" he took her hair in his fist and pulled hard again forcing her to stare into his eyes.
Whatever he saw in her eyes made his eyes harden, "You belong to me Maya, only me can make you feel this way. Only me have the power to ruin you for any other man on this planet, only me is going to fuck you so hard you'll think about me years from now, even when you lie under any bastard you Decide to settle with. I'll own every orgasm, every shiver, every wave of pleasure inside you."