Chapter 130: Feel everything [R18]

Grasping the back of her neck, he pulled Bunny toward him out of the water. Looking up at her from below, the sockets beneath his sharp brow bone looked impossibly deep and intense.

Her heart began to pound even faster against her ribs. ℯ

"I am yours."

Before the words could fully fade, a kiss steeped in the rich, cool scent of the ocean enveloped her lips.

Water dripped and splashed around them. The entangled kiss inside the mist-heavy room grew progressively more suffocating and sweet; if she didn’t enjoy one method, he had plenty of other ways to make her happy.

The kiss deepened, slow and consuming, Xander’s mouth claiming hers with a hunger that left no room for retreat. Warm water lapped at their skin as he held her firmly against his chest, one hand still cradling the nape of her neck while the other slipped lower, tracing the delicate line of her spine beneath the surface.

Bunny’s breath hitched against his lips when his fingers reached the small of her back, then curved around the soft swell of her hip. He broke the kiss just enough to speak, his voice low and rough against her mouth.

"Stay with me," he murmured. "Feel everything."

His hand drifted inward, palm gliding over the sensitive skin of her lower belly. The water made every touch slick and deliberate. He didn’t rush. Instead, he explored her in long, languid strokes—up the outside of her thigh, across the inner curve, back again—until her hips began to shift restlessly against him.

When his fingertips finally brushed the soft folds between her legs, Bunny’s whole body tensed. A soft, broken sound escaped her throat. Xander’s lips curved against her cheek.

"There you are," he whispered.

He parted her gently with two fingers, the warm water swirling around the intimate contact. His touch was feather-light at first, tracing the outer edges, learning the shape of her. Then he found the small, swollen pearl of her clit and circled it with the pad of his middle finger—slow, steady pressure that made her thighs tremble.

Bunny’s hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. Her head tipped back against his arm, ocean-blue strands of his hair brushing her temple as he leaned in to press open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat.

"Xander..." His name left her in a shaky exhale.

"I know." His finger continued its deliberate circles, never quite giving her the firmness she needed, keeping her balanced on the edge of pleasure. "You’re so soft here. So responsive."

He slid one long finger lower and pressed carefully inside her. The water made the intrusion smooth, but the heat of her body still clenched around him. Bunny’s hips jerked. A soft cry slipped past her lips. Xander groaned quietly against her neck, the sound vibrating through both of them.

He worked that single finger in and out with patient, measured strokes, curling it just enough to stroke the sensitive front wall. His thumb returned to her clit, rubbing in tight, perfect circles that matched the rhythm of his finger. The dual sensation made Bunny’s breath come faster, shallower.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with dark satisfaction. "Taking me so well already."

A second finger joined the first. The stretch was delicious, filling. Bunny’s back arched, pressing her breasts more firmly against the solid plane of his chest. Water sloshed over the rim of the tub with every restless movement of her hips. Xander’s free arm tightened around her waist, holding her exactly where he wanted her—open, trembling, completely at the mercy of his hands.

He scissored his fingers gently inside her, stretching her further, then curled them again, finding that same sensitive spot and stroking it with unrelenting precision. At the same time his thumb pressed harder against her clit, rubbing in firm, continuous circles that sent sharp sparks of pleasure racing up her spine.

Bunny’s thighs began to shake. Soft, helpless sounds spilled from her lips with every breath—half-moans, half-whimpers. Her nails scored faint red lines across his shoulders.

"That’s it," Xander coaxed, voice low and rough. "Let it build. Don’t hold back from me."

He increased the pace just slightly—fingers thrusting deeper, thumb working her clit with devastating accuracy. The water around them churned. Steam clung to their skin. Every movement of his hand was deliberate, focused solely on pulling more and more pleasure from her body.

Bunny’s head fell forward against his chest. Her hips rolled helplessly into his touch, chasing the rising heat. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in her core until it felt almost unbearable.

"Xander— I can’t—"

"You can." His lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Come for me, Bunny. Right here. On my fingers."

The words, spoken in that deep, commanding tone, pushed her over the edge.

Her orgasm crashed through her in a long, shuddering wave. Her inner walls clamped down hard around his fingers, pulsing rhythmically as pleasure ripped through her. A broken cry tore from her throat. Her entire body arched and trembled in his arms, water splashing wildly over the sides of the tub.

Xander didn’t stop. He kept working her through it—slowing only enough to draw the climax out, prolonging every flutter and spasm until she was gasping and oversensitive, clinging to him like she might dissolve.

Only when the last tremors had faded did he ease his fingers from her. He gathered her closer, cradling her against his chest while the water gradually stilled around them. One hand stroked slowly up and down her back; the other brushed damp hair from her flushed face.

Bunny’s breathing was still uneven. Her body felt liquid and boneless in his arms. Xander pressed a soft kiss to her temple, then another to the corner of her mouth.

"Good girl," he whispered, voice still rough with restrained hunger. "So beautiful when you come for me."

He held her there in the warm water, letting her come down slowly, already planning every way he intended to take her apart again before the night was over.