Breaking the Rules (A Sinner and Saint Novel Book 2)

by Lucy Score

  He brought his hands higher, coasting over the inside of her thighs. Waverly felt him hesitate when she stepped her feet apart, a moment of indecision. She made the choice for him by hinging forward against the wall and pressing her hips back to grind against him.

  He growled, and she felt his breath hot on her neck. He was still just barely under control. She took one hand away from the wall to grab his and guided it between her legs.

  She felt lightheaded when he pressed his palm against her aching wetness. “Touch me, X.”

  Her words freed him from his prison. Xavier gripped the silk of her underwear and yanked, shredding the delicate material. He grinded his hips against her, and she moaned bracing both hands against the wall again.

  He slid his fingers over her exposed sex, and she whimpered with pleasure.

  “You get off on it, don’t you?” he whispered darkly in her ear. “Running from me, the chase.” He used his fingers to part her tender flesh and gently stroke her where she ached for him.

  “Xavier,” she breathed out his name as he broke her with the pads of his fingers making tiny, probing circles. He was working her over with the lightest touch, the darkest words.

  “I’ll tell you a secret, Angel.” He dipped his other hand into the front of her top to cup her breast.

  She gasped when his palm grazed her nipple. “Chasing you gets me off, too.”

  His fingers worked that sensitive peak, and she was already coming for him as he danced over her clitoris. She moaned as it tore through her, fast and heady, and in its wake, her orgasm left a gnawing hunger for more.

  She thrust her hips against him, begging with her body for what she desired most.

  “Don’t tease me, Angel. I’ve been thinking about this moment for five long years, and I don’t know if I can go slow.”

  “I don’t want you slow. I want you angry and hard. The way you chase me. Take me that way, X,” she told him through clenched teeth.

  She heard him growl, and then he was flipping her skirt up and running his palms down her buttocks and thighs. The sound of his zipper as he opened it was as erotic as the promises he was murmuring against her neck. His erection fell heavily into his hand, and she trembled when it brushed against the exposed skin of her ass. He was leaking with anticipation, and the moisture transferred to her cheek.

  He shoved her forward, head down and kicked her feet out a little wider. Her heels evened out their height difference enough that he only needed to bend his knees a little.

  Xavier guided the head of his shaft down the cleft of her buttocks, and she shivered when he probed between her legs. “Be careful what you wish for, Waverly.”

  “Xavier,” she gasped out his name when he paused just outside of her entrance. “Please.”

  “Hands on the wall, Angel.” He was stroking himself against her, working the head of his cock through her slick lips. The round, smooth crown of his penis teased her still trembling bud.

  God, she wanted him. If he stopped now, if he pulled away, she knew she’d die. Her heart would simply stop beating, and she would crumple to the ground, ruined with unfulfilled desire. No one made her feel like this, no one but Xavier, and she hated him for it.

  “You know what this means,” he groaned in her ear as he tortured them both with shallow strokes and thrusts. She shoved her ass against him, begging with her body. She was dizzy with need, with the thrill of being overpowered, and gasped when a bead of moisture, the physical combination of both their desires, trickled down the inside of her thigh. “Tell me what this means, Waverly.”

  She shivered against him, so close to coming again, but she wanted him in her, filling her.

  “Say it,” he snapped.

  “I want you,” she whispered.

  His lips caressed her jawline where it met her neck, and he grunted softly. “And?”

  “I need you.”

  He growled his approval, and she wanted to feel shame for falling for him again. For needing his body to make hers feel complete. For craving the release that only Xavier could give her. But all that mattered was that he was touching her, and he wasn’t going to stop.

  “I don’t have a condom.” It was a last chance for her to put a stop to it.

  She could have told him that she was on the same birth control as five years ago, could have told him that she wanted him without any barriers between them. But she kept it simple. “I don’t care.”

  He groaned in her ear, the sound the tortured make when their torment is finally over.

  “Yes!” The word exploded from her as he eased into her inch by glorious inch stretching her, filling her, so painfully full.

  “God. You’re so tight,” he gritted out.

  The pleasure that rose in her was so intense, it forced her breath out of her burning lungs in sobs. There wasn’t enough oxygen here to breathe, but she didn’t need it. She didn’t need anything with him inside her. “Xavier,” she chanted his name over and over again.

  He braced his hands on her hips and pulled out slowly before slamming in, this time to the hilt. A primitive groan of triumph rose from his chest as he buried himself in her.

  His fingers bit into her skin hard enough to leave bruises, and the brick scraped at her palms, but Waverly didn’t care. After feeling empty for years, she was finally filled. Her body remembered this fullness, this sliver of pain and tidal wave of pleasure. It was in her DNA to crave him.

  He held there, sheathed in her, for a breath then two. “Relax for me, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” His words were harsh with the effort to hold back.

  She took a shaky breath and tried to accept him all. As she relaxed around him degree by degree, he let his hands roam her stomach, her thighs, her breasts. He pulled out and drove back in with a measured plunge, then again.

  “My beautiful, Angel,” he murmured.

  His thrusts came faster now and with more force. His balls slapped off of the backs of her thighs as he powered into her.

  He grabbed her top and yanked it down, baring her breasts. When he reached up to palm one of her breasts, Waverly let out a shaky moan. She was overwhelmed by her body’s submission to him. In this moment, Xavier Saint owned her. She wanted to pause and collect herself. But she felt that inward momentum build, the inevitable hurtling headfirst into a pleasure so intense she might not survive. It was where he always took her.

  While he used one hand to palm her breasts, Xavier brought his other to the apex of her thighs. He zeroed his fingers in on the one spot in her body that connected to every nerve.

  “Say my name, Waverly. Who’s making you come?”

  “Xavier!” His name, charged with so many emotions, exploded from her lips.

  His thrusts picked up speed until they bordered on wild and violent. The pads of his fingers worked her ruthlessly, and she couldn’t fight the orgasm that was building inside her.

  “That’s my Angel. Now tell me who you belong to.”

  She fought it. Fought the word that was clawing its way out of her throat. Fought the orgasm that was building. She shook her head against his shoulder. But Xavier wouldn’t accept that for an answer.

  “We both know it, Waverly. Say it.” He punctuated his demand with a thrust so deep she thought she would come apart. The angle of his thick cock and the unceasing attention of his fingers rocketed her up. He felt her tighten around him and growled out his demand again.

  “Who do you belong to, Angel?”

  It spread like wildfire through her body, every cell exploded with the orgasm. “You,” she sobbed. “I belong to you.”

  Even in the throes of her own release, she felt him lose control. The words she’d given him had set him free. He slammed into her again and again in a quest for the finish. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” With every thrust, he told her again and again that she belonged to him, and then he was coming. She felt the first burst of his release as he buried himself to the hilt in her. He jerked against her
again and again as he emptied himself into her. He rolled her orgasm into another, and he groaned in agonized ecstasy as her muscles tightened around him forcing every drop of his release from him.

  They stood there, shuddering and shaking against the wall, trying to absorb the magnitude of what had happened between them. Xavier moved first, pulling out slowly even as Waverly clenched reflexively around him. He grabbed the shredded remains of her underwear and gently cleaned her with them.

  He pulled her around to face him, pressing her against the wall and his chest, holding her as if he was afraid she’d disappear.

  “Don’t ever doubt what we have between us,” he murmured against her hair.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Even after his soul-shattering orgasm, Xavier already craved more of Waverly. It would never be enough with her. “We need to go someplace,” he said gruffly.

  “We’ll need a new ride home. Burke uh, ran into some traffic.” She looked guilty for a moment, but he was in no shape to run an interrogation at the moment. There was only one thing on his mind.

  He shook his head. “We’re not going home. I’m not going to last that long. Invictus has a property nearby.”

  The light in those green gray eyes told him she was as frantic for him as he was for her. “Hurry,” she told him breathlessly.

  They burst through the front door of an upscale condo eight minutes later and were on each other. Xavier kicked the door shut behind them and was dragging his jacket off while Waverly assaulted his mouth with hers.

  He threw the jacket blindly and winced at the ensuing crash. Fuck it. He’d pay to have the whole place redone as long as he could take Waverly here and now. He picked her up, shoving her skirt up so she could wrap those long, beautiful legs around him. He carried her through the first door, and finding it to be a bathroom, he kicked in another door thanking God when he found a bed within.

  She was driving him mad with her wet lips and quick tongue. His fingers flexed into the flesh of her ass cheeks, and she moaned against him. He didn’t know precisely what it was about Waverly Sinner, but he suspected that she was in his blood. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, his body had recognized her as his mate. She was what had been missing in his life.

  He’d tried to shake it off, to ignore it, and then to fight it. But Xavier knew without a shadow of a doubt she was meant to be his. His wife, his partner, his center. He would have her no matter what it took, what it cost. Waverly was his.

  Xavier dropped her on the mattress and dove after her, hating to be apart for even a second. He nuzzled into her neck and tasted a trail to her jaw. Her breath was hot against his face.

  He needed to slow down, needed to get control. This was his chance to show her they belonged together, to make her choose him. She had to choose him.

  He slowed intentionally and began to savor the feel of her neck under his lips, the lean muscles in her shoulder. She gasped his name when he nipped his way over her clavicle.

  “Xavier.”

  “My Angel.”

  He pressed his face to the hollow between her breasts. “It’s never enough,” he murmured to her. “I could have you a thousand times, and it still wouldn’t be enough.” His cock strained against the confines of his pants as if to confirm it. The curves of her breasts threatened to spill over the molded cups of her top. Xavier trailed his tongue along the exposed flesh, taking pleasure in the hiss of her breath.

  “Too many clothes,” she whispered.

  “I agree.” Xavier kicked off his shoes one at a time, letting them land with a thunk on the floor by the bed. He pulled back, and Waverly levered up on her elbows to watch what he was doing. On his knees between her legs, he loosened his tie. When the knot came free, he draped the tie over her and moved on to the buttons of his shirt.

  She wet her lips watching him work them free one by one. When his shirt hit the floor, Waverly reared up. She grabbed him by the belt buckle, and as her mouth worked his over, her fingers undid the belt and the button and zipper beneath.

  She shoved his pants down his thighs until the only thing keeping her from his throbbing dick were the black briefs. He recognized that gleam in her eyes. She was going for control. He let her have it… or the illusion of it, let her pull down the waistband of his briefs until he sprang free.

  The hunger in her eyes nearly did him in. And then her sweet lips closed around his crown, and he nearly did lose it. His balls tightened instantly, and he fisted his erection at the root. Control. He needed to find it and use it to show her what they had together.

  But still she worked her mouth over him, around him, drawing him in deeper. He distracted himself momentarily by dragging open the zipper at the back of her top and letting her breasts tumble out pendulously as the top fell to the mattress.

  She’d been spectacular five years ago, young and lithe. But she was a goddess now.

  She teased the slit of his cock and purred when she was rewarded with another drip of moisture from his tip. He let her take him deep until he felt her throat close around him. He was hanging on by a thread, and then she took one of his hands and held it to her breast.

  He drew back, pulling his erection out of her mouth with an audible pop.

  “Not yet, Angel. I’ve got plans for you.”

  He shoved her on her back and yanked at her skirt. She levered her hips up to help him. Free of the binding, he almost felt sorry for having shredded her underwear because it would have been a fantasy to slip his fingers beneath them and pull them slowly from her body.

  He settled for trailing wet kisses up the inside of her thigh. Her knees fell open, giving him unfettered access to what he craved most. Xavier sampled his way to her sex, dipping his tongue between her folds and teasing at just the right spot.

  Waverly writhed beneath him, and he knew his touch was driving her mad.

  When he slicked his tongue over her opening, dipping it ever so slightly into her slick center, she gasped. And when he ran it lower still over the tight bud between her ass cheeks, she cried out.

  He was sending her a message that every inch of her belonged to him. Every orgasm, every whispered gasp—he laid claim to them all.

  Again and again he stroked over her, back and forth, and all it took was the two fingers he slid into her to send her falling into the abyss. She shuddered over every single wave as they rolled swiftly, smoothly through her body.

  Then he was ranging himself over her, and he closed his lips over the peak of her breast. Even sated, he could tell her body demanded more. Her nipple pebbled, in excruciating sensitivity, as his tongue teased it. He pulled on it, sucking deeply, and she reached between their bodies to grip his shaft. He growled against her breast when she touched him. But he let her stroke him as he moved his attentions to her other breast.

  He felt himself go impossibly harder beneath her fingers. He let himself nuzzle her breasts, admiring the red that appeared on her skin from his beard. He wanted to mark Waverly everywhere, to send her back into the world with his marks on her so there would be no doubt who she belonged to, who she’d chosen.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you forget there was ever anyone else.”

  “There is no one else,” she groaned back.

  It was the words he needed to hear. Her surrender to him, to their destiny. He loomed over her, bracing his weight on his forearms so that her nipples just brushed his chest. He was settled between her spread thighs and felt his dick notch into place.

  She flexed her hips against him, those wet folds kissing the head of his shaft, welcoming him.

  He held there, watching her writhe beneath him. Her angelic face tortured with the sharp edge of desire. The power snapped through his body. She was his to take, his to pleasure.

  Waverly bucked against him again, pleading without words for him to fill her. But still he waited until she opened those hazy eyes. And then, only then, did he bury himself in her. Joined, they were one. One sou
l. One pleasure. One need.

  He wanted to go slow, to savor the way her delicate muscles clenched down on him, drawing him in and holding him there. But with every stroke he felt himself losing control. He’d wanted this for so long and it was nearly impossible to stop the crushing need for taking everything she offered now. Now.

  He reined himself in and pushed into her with slick, measured thrusts. Each one taking him closer to heaven as she gripped him in her velvety vice. His balls slapped against her rhythmically and began to tighten. It was too soon. He needed to send her over first.

  With the last ounce of self-control he pulled out, feeling the pulse of blood demanding orgasm in his erection. Waverly was trembling beneath him, and he was afraid he might still come just from that. But then she was shoving him up and over onto his back and mounting him.

  This time, she cuffed his hands over his head. “My turn,” she said, biting at his lower lip.

  “Go slow, Angel. I can’t hold back—”

  His words were lost as she worked herself down onto his rigid shaft until he was fully embedded. “Oh, God—” his abs tightened, and his head lifted reflexively off the pillow. It brought him to her breasts, and as she began to ride, he took a nipple into his mouth, plumped it with his tongue.

  Her moan of pleasure spurred him on. She wasn’t riding him slowly. She set a breakneck pace that had her breasts bouncing against his face. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and lapped at it.

  She was a goddess, his to worship, as she rolled her hips over him, her blonde waves tumbling down her back in a golden curtain.

  “Xavier, you’re making me come,” she warned him, her lips parting as she sought breath.

  He wasn’t sure if it was his name from those plush lips, the tender peak he worshipped with his mouth, or the way she slammed down on his cock, but he was coming. And there was no stopping it.

  His hips jerked against her, abs freezing in flexion as he thrust in to her hilt. The first wrenching explosion of his orgasm triggered hers, and he felt the waves tighten her channel around him, milking jet after jet out of him as she gripped him between her thighs to ride out the storm.