Xavier, dont you dare stop. The thought screamed through my mind, a silent plea against the leather gag. My wrists were bound to the wrought-iron headboard, the cool metal a stark contrast to the burning heat of my skin.

A low, possessive growl answered my unspoken command, vibrating through me from where his mouth was locked on my clit. He didnt stop. His tongue flicked and circled with a precision that had my back arching off the mattress, a muffled cry tearing from my ...