Once Bitten, Twice Dead - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,111

and dragging her back into his arms. She reached up to stroke his chest. Words were beyond her at the moment. Coherent ones, at least.

He cuddled her close and they drifted to sleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.

Sarah woke hungry and realized they hadn’t eaten anything in far too long. Xavier looked so relaxed in sleep, she couldn’t disturb him. She threw on a short nightgown and stepped into her favorite slippers, then headed for the kitchen. She had the vague idea of surprising Xavier with breakfast in bed. Of course, it was already a little past dinnertime. So it would be more like a picnic supper in her bedroom.

She set to work, pulling ingredients from the fridge and cabinets. She’d barely begun setting up things to cook when warm arms surrounded her from behind.

“What are you doing out of bed, chère? I woke and you weren’t there. Imagine my disappointment.” The teasing tone of his voice made her smile as she turned in his arms.

“Poor baby. What does it look like I’m doing? I was going to cook something and serve you breakfast in bed.”

“What if all I really want to eat is you?” He nibbled on her earlobe as he spoke, backing her up against the kitchen counter.

“Oh, that sounds good as an appetizer.”

She was breathless when he hoisted her up onto the counter, spreading her thighs and pushing up the short hem of her nightgown. His fingers zeroed in on her clit, which was already seeking his attention. Just a few short days and she was already thoroughly addicted to his touch.

“You’re so responsive, mon ange. You spoil me. I barely have to work at all to get you ready for me.” His fingers slid in the slickness between her thighs.

He was right. She was shamefully easy where Xavier was concerned.

“I hope you’re not complaining.” She took a nibble out of his chin in gentle reprimand.

“Bite your tongue. I love the way you cream for me.”

The explicit language made her squirm. Everything about Xavier made her squirm. He was a masterful lover who knew what he wanted and how to go about bringing her the most exquisite pleasure. He made her want to be daring.

“How about if I bite you instead?” Her lips rode over the rough, masculine skin of his lower jaw. She loved the way he felt against her tongue, the way he tasted. The salt of his skin made her thirst for more of him.

“Anytime, chère. Just say the word.” His voice turned to a growl as he slid his finger inside her. “But how about for now, we just get right to it. It’s been hours since I was inside you.”

“Mmm. You’re inside me now,” she teased, squirming on his hand as he added another finger to the first.

“You know what I mean, temptress. I need you.”

“I like the sound of that.” And she truly did. She liked the way his voice had dipped from light amusement to harsh need in the space of seconds. It echoed the way she felt. “I need you too, Xavier. Don’t make me wait.”

He slipped his fingers out of her eager sheath and paused only a moment to lower the drawstring of the sweats he’d donned. Pushing them down just far enough to free his hard cock, he lined himself up to slide inside her waiting body. She helped by moving downward on the counter until her ass nearly hung off the edge. Xavier helped by supporting her legs, lifting them up and out, spreading her wide as he took aim and pushed inward.

“Oh, Xavier. Yeah, just like that,” she whispered encouragement as he slid into her and started pumping in long, hot strokes.

Before long, his thrusts quickened and deepened. He grabbed her hips, drawing her into each one of his motions as she sighed her pleasure against the strong column of his neck. The man was one in a million. A law unto himself. He could bring her pleasure so extreme, she wasn’t always sure she’d be able to live through it.

This was one of those urgent, intense times that seemed to be typical for them. Maybe in a few hundred years they’d be able to take it slow again, but not now. Not when she needed him so desperately. Like he evidently needed her.

He pulsed into her in shorter, faster digs as she tried hard to bite back the keening cry that wanted to rip from her throat. His hands pressed her into his thrusts.