Once Bitten, Twice Dead - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,60

claimed her body, filling her by slow degrees.

Her body welcomed him, slicking the way as he began shallow thrusts to help his cause. He’d been right. She hadn’t had sex in a while. And she’d never had such a well-endowed partner. The consideration he showed in making sure she was ready was touching, and if she’d been in a more patient frame of mind, she would have appreciated it more. As it was, she was desperate for him and didn’t want to wait another second for the pleasure she was sure lay in store.

Xavier was long and thick. The slowness of his entry made her gasp, and the final few inches had to be achieved by a combination of short thrusts and the application of his skilled fingers. One hand reached between them, coaxing her clitoris to increase her excitement even more. She was gasping for air by the time he achieved full penetration, ready and willing to take anything else he could dish out.

He groaned, then stilled as if savoring the moment. Sarah was savoring it, too. She’d never been so filled. She felt conquered. Possessed utterly. It was a heady feeling.

“Mon ange, you feel so good.”

Xavier’s breath flowed over her senses in a warm wave as he drew closer. Everything about him felt right. From the width of his broad shoulders to the length of his massive cock, now claiming her in the most basic way. He was magnificent.

“You too,” she whispered as he bent low for a quick kiss.

He drew away, resting above her, propped up on his hands as he maintained his position inside her. Claiming her. Owning her body.

“Now we begin,” he stated, holding her gaze as he began to move.

He started out slow and steady, gauging her reactions by watching her face. Soon, though, the steady, measured pace increased to something wilder and more intense. Hard and fast, indeed.

She was ready. More than ready, if truth be told, and met him stroke for stroke as he rocketed them both toward a climax that lay just out of reach. For now.

Xavier was a force of nature, propelling them ever higher, ever closer to the pinnacle. His gaze grew hot and demanding as his lower body began harsh thrusts against her, into her, grinding them together in a way that lit her up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

“Come, Sarah. Come for me now,” he whispered, holding her gaze as she followed his orders, sliding right over the edge of the cliff and into oblivion as he pounded into her body below. She cried out, calling his name as she went straight into the most intense orgasm of her life.

Her fingers racked down his back. She wrapped her leg around his waist, urging him on as her body convulsed under his. A few seconds later, she felt him join her. His body went rigid as his eyes shut against the strain. They savored the moment together as their bodies quaked with climax, fusing them as one.

It was a long time before either of them moved. It was Xavier who came to his senses first. He’d dropped his weight mostly on top of her, though he’d tried to angle himself at the last moment so as not to smother her. She’d appreciated the effort. The man was huge and darn heavy, but she liked the feel of him too much to complain.

He nuzzled her face and neck, placing little biting kisses on her skin before finally drawing away and pulling out of her protesting body. She’d no doubt be sore later, but it had been worth every second of discomfort for that blindingly bright climax. Never before had she reached so high.

She watched indulgently as he removed the condom, holding it in one hand while he stood and tugged his pants up around his hips with his free hand. He’d never gotten around to untying those damn boots and stripping off those sexy camouflage pants. He tossed the condom into the trash, then came back over to the couch, looking down at her with an indulgent smile.

“You okay?”

“Never better.” She smiled at him, still hazy from the delightful orgasm he’d given her.

“Never?” he teased, with an utterly male grin. “I like that.”

She grabbed one of the small throw pillows that had fallen to the floor in front of the couch and halfheartedly threw it at him. He caught it with a laugh and set it aside. Then he turned to her and lifted her into his