Thick as Thieves (The Greystone Family: Stolen Hearts #3)

Chapter 20

20

Xander

I watch as Kell leaves the room. He’s worried, but I’m annoyed.

“Will he be alright?” asks Evie, her concern for them perceptible in her voice.

“Who?” I retort, pissed off at the entire situation.

“Gabe,” she says quietly.

I nod in response, my temper dissipating the instant she gently takes a hold of my hand.

“Did you not want Kell to go?” she asks me, still using a soft tone.

“He runs every time to sort him out. He needs to sort his own shit out. Gabe won’t get the message whilst ever Kell panders to him.” I blow out a breath and pull her into me. “Still, it means I have you to myself for a short while, so not all bad.”

She smiles up at me, and my fucking heart starts to beat manically in my chest. Trailing her fingers down my face, the smile fades from mine. My nostrils flare as her scent hits me full force.

I stare into her eyes, powerless to look away as she traces her fingers around my face, touching, brushing. The pulse at her neck beats wildly.

Kicking off my shoes, I go to pull at the shirts around her frame, but she stops me.

I smirk at her. “Do you think you’re in charge here, Kitten?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to be,” she answers quietly.

“Good.” My voice is soft, but commanding.

“But let me touch you?” She half smiles and continues her slow move around my face, my hair.

I drop my head back so she can trail her fingers down the column of my throat and across my collar bones as she pushes my suit jacket off again. It falls to the floor and she pushes it aside with her foot. I stand with my hands in my suit trouser pockets, my cock desperate to get out.

“Keep your hands there,” she tells me as she moves around me, circling, touching, tracing the tattoos that run from my pecs to my shoulders and down my arms. She’s moving lower and lower, trailing her fingertips across my abs. My stomach goes concave as I’m holding my breath in anticipation. Reaching my waist, she undoes my trousers as she passes. Other than to watch her, I have not moved. She’s learning every inch of me, and I fucking love it. It feels as if she’s worshipping me. My body and who I am.

Gliding her hands over the muscles in my back, pushing against the whip marks she made there, I hiss out, but she doesn’t stop. Around and around she goes. She reaches my arse, trailing her fingers across my cheeks, kneading, fondling, caressing, she moves around the front and brushes my cock. I hiss out again as she stops in front of me.

“Like what you see?” I whisper to her. She nods, her mouth slightly open, her breathing coming in short pants. “Fuck, you turn me on,” I tell her.

She looks down at me and smiles shyly. “I can see,” she murmurs quietly, moving the fronts of my trousers further open.

As the fabric brushes my cock, it twitches. I’ll not last much longer without touching her.

Running her fingers up over my abs and around to my back, tracing the lash mark on my back, she pushes into it lightly. Oh, my Kitten wants to tango.

I turn my head and drop it back to kiss her. She leans in and our lips touch.

It’s as if someone just lit a match and set us on fire.

I spin around, pick her up, and throw her onto the bed. Dropping my trousers and boxers, I get on my knees and push her legs wide and up towards her ears and bite at her pussy, lick around her clit, and flick my tongue inside. She’s moaning for me to give her more—my name, words that are not words coming out of her mouth.

I want her to come quickly, so I crook my fingers against the front wall of her pussy and hit it again and again whilst licking and sucking her clit. In this position she can’t thrust at me, she just has to take it all. Moaning out my name, as I feel her juices flow into my mouth and her pussy grabbing onto my tongue as I thrust it inside.

Moving up her body, I remove all her clothes as I go. Her body seems to glow brighter. Her skin is luminescent, soft and warm to my greedy touch. It’s as if she’s lit from the inside. A light guiding me home. She can’t seem to speak, but her eyes are shouting out at me. She loves me, she wants me.

I line myself up and slowly sink my cock inside her. Millimetre by millimetre, the ecstasy of the feeling, of her and me. Joined together, complete as one. Holding her hands above her head, her eyes are full of joyful tears.

“Does it feel good?” I ask her gently. She nods and her eyes roll back in her head as it falls backwards. “Look at me, Evie. Don’t take your eyes off me baby.”

I slowly thrust into her again and again. Long, slow, hard thrusts, pulling out to the tip and plunging back in.

It’s a night of firsts for me. First time coming inside a woman bare. First time making love to a woman I actually love. I tell her how much I love her, how much I want her. She wraps around me, incoherent. Kissing me, pulling at my hair, digging her nails into my back.

“Yes baby,” I tell her, “harder there.” It’s on the welts, and I love it. She knows what I am, what I like, she knows it all and loves me regardless.

My body wants to come, but my mind wants to prolong the experience. I want to stay in this heightened state forever. She holds my head, anchoring me to her, kissing me and biting at my lips.

I’m erratic, pounding so fucking hard into her, riding the crest of the biggest wave of my life. I hold her body in my arms under her back, my hands wrapped over her shoulders from behind her, hanging on for my life, as I thrust as hard as I can. I’d climb inside her if I could. Our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, I have lost my fucking mind. We’re consumed by the fire and continue to burn together long into the night, until we can burn no more.