Sky couldn’t breathe.
Her chest hitched in stutters. Her face was soaked, tears, c*m, spit, everything. Her body was limp in Xavier’s arms, her fingers barely curled into his forearm. Her thighs still twitched. Her cunt still leaked. Her jaw hung open like she couldn’t find the energy to close it.
But she’d said it.
Chapel.
And he’d stopped.
The moment that word left her lips, his eyes changed…wild dominance melted into a different kind of obsession.
Tender. Terrifying. All-consuming.
He whispered nothing but “I’ve got you” over and over, as he carried her across the room like she was made of glass.
The camera still recorded, forgotten somewhere on the chaise.
But Xavier didn’t care.
Not now.
He sat on the edge of the massive bed, cradling her in his lap, holding her close. Skin
