Xavier's fingers traced the curve of Angel's jaw, his thumb brushing away the last remnants of saliva from her lips. His voice was a low, rough murmur. "You want your full payment?" His grip tightened slightly, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together. "Then let me show you what a real connection feels like."

He didn't wait for her to respond. His hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly before tossing her onto the bed. The sheets were neatly tucked, the air thick with the scent of sex and something darker—something raw. He followed her down, his body caging hers, his eyes locked onto hers with a look that made her breath hitch.

Angel's fingers clenched the sheets, her body already reacting to the promise in his gaze. She watched as he stripped off the rest of his clothes, his muscles shifting with every movement. When he crawled over her, his body pressing down on hers, she could feel the heat radiating off him, the sheer weight of him overwhelming.

His hands slid up her thighs, his touch firm, possessive. "You've been asking for this," he murmured, his voice dark. "Now you're gonna get it."

She gasped as his fingers found her again, sliding between her folds, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. Her back arched, her body already sensitive, every touch sending sparks through her. His thumb circled her clit, his fingers working inside her, stretching her, preparing her. She whimpered, her hips lifting into his touch, her body begging for more.

"Xavier—" Her voice was a breathless plea, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tried to pull him closer.

"Patience," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "You'll get what you want."

His fingers withdrew, and she felt the head of his cock press against her. He didn't rush. He teased her, rubbing himself against her, letting her feel how hard he was, how much he wanted her. Her breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation.

And then, with one slow, deliberate push, he was inside her.

Angel's nails dug into his shoulders, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips as he filled her completely. He was bigger than she remembered, the stretch burning in the best way, her body clenching around him as she adjusted. Xavier groaned, his forehead pressing against hers, his breath ragged.

"Damn," he growled, his voice strained. "You feel too good."

He started to move, his hips rolling in slow, deep thrusts that had her gasping with every stroke. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he set a rhythm that was both torturous and perfect. She could feel every inch of him, the way he dragged against her walls, the way his body fit against hers like they were made for each other.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper. "More," she breathed, her voice desperate. "I need more."

Xavier didn't hold back.

His pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder, more demanding. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Angel's moans grew louder, her body arching into his, her fingers clawing at his back as pleasure built inside her.

"You feel that?" Xavier's voice was rough, his lips pressing against her neck as he drove into her. "This is what you've been waiting for."

She couldn't answer, her body too lost in the sensations, her mind too fogged with pleasure. All she could do was cling to him, her body moving with his, her moans spilling into the air between them.

His hand slid between them, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice a dark promise. "Now."

Angel's body tensed, her back arching as the pleasure crested. She came with a cry, her body clenching around him, her nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure filled her up. Xavier groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as her orgasm milked him, pushing him over the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, he came inside her, his body shuddering, his breath ragged as he spilled himself completely. He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies still tangled together, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath.

Angel lay there, her body boneless, her mind still spinning. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes meeting his with a mix of satisfaction and something deeper—something she wasn't ready to name.

Xavier smirked, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. "How was the transaction?"

She didn't answer. She just pulled him closer, her lips finding his in a slow and deep kiss.

Angel caught her breath, her chest rising and falling fast. She pushed Xavier's shoulder lightly. "My turn now."

Xavier's eyes darkened. He laid back on the bed, arms behind his head. "Then get on top."

Angel bit her lip and climbed over him. She straddled his waist, her hands on his chest. Xavier's hands guided her hips, helping her position herself over his cock. She sank down slowly, her breath hitching as he filled her up.

"Fuck," she whispered, her nails digging into his skin.

Xavier groaned, his hands gripping her waist. "Move when you're ready."

At first, she rocked her hips cautiously, getting used to the feeling. But soon, the pleasure took over. She started moving faster, riding him with more confidence. Her body bounced with each movement, her breasts swaying and bouncing as she moved.

Xavier's hands slid up to her waist, then to her breasts, squeezing gently. "Just like that," he growled, watching her.

Angel threw her head back, her medium-length hair spilling down her back. She moved up and down, then back and forth, finding what felt best. Her moans filled the room, getting louder with each thrust.

Xavier's hips lifted to meet hers, driving deeper. "You look so good like this," he said with a grin on his face.

Angel's movements became more urgent, her breath coming in short gasps. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest, her nails scraping his skin. The angle changed, making her gasp.

"Xavier—" she panted, her pussy tightening around him.

His hands gripped her hips harder, helping her move. "Come on, Angel. Show me what you've got."

She rode him harder, her body slapping against his. The bed creaked under them, the sound mixing with their ragged breaths. Angel's moans turned into cries as she got closer.

Xavier sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her. He captured her mouth in a hungry kiss as his hands cupped her ass, pulling her down harder onto his cock. Angel whimpered into his mouth, her body trembling.

When she pulled back, her eyes were glazed. "I'm close," she gasped.

"Then come," Xavier commanded, his voice a growl.

Angel's body tensed, her back arching as the orgasm hit her. She cried out, her nails digging into Xavier's shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Xavier groaned, his release following hers, his body jerking as he came inside her.

They stayed like that, Angel slumped against Xavier's chest, both breathing hard. Xavier's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as their heartbeats slowed.

Angel finally lifted her head, her hair sticking to her sweaty skin. She smiled, a little drunk on pleasure. "That was..."

Xavier smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Just the beginning."

He laid back, bringing her with him. Angel snuggled against his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. Neither of them spoke for a while, just enjoying the quiet after the storm.

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