The Perfect Rejection
He rubbed slow circles against my clit and dragged his fangs across my throat once more.
It tipped me right over the edge and my mouth fell open in a scream. Xavier held my head tightly against his chest as I rode out the pleasure, rocking myself against his hand. “There you go," he hummed, "such a good girl." He smiled, slowly removing his fingers when my body finally relaxed.
I collapsed almost instantly, my thighs soaking wet and my muscles aching with exhaustion. Xavier laid back on the bed and pulled me over. I closed my eyes, tucking myself against him as his arms wrapped tightly around me.
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