They lay there for a while, bodies tangled together, skin still damp with sweat. Then Xavier pushed Angel back gently. She looked up at him with her hair messy, and her lips a bit swollen from all the sucking and kissing.

"Alright, what's next?" she asked, her voice a little breathless.

Xavier's smirk turned dark. "Get on your hands and knees."

Angel raised an eyebrow but did as he said, positioning herself on all fours. She glanced back at him. "So you're gonna fuck me from behind?"

Xavier chuckled, running his hand down her back. "You've scratched up my back, my chest, my shoulders with those nails of yours." His voice dropped lower. "Let's see what you do when I take you like this."

Before she could respond, Xavier was already behind her. His hands gripped her hips hard, pulling her back against him. His mouth crashed onto her skin, teeth grazing her shoulder as his tongue trailed down her spine.

"Mnh~!" Angel gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets.

Then his mouth was between her legs, his tongue working her with no mercy. Angel's breath hitched, her body trembling as his tongue lashed at her clit, his fingers pushing inside her. She tried to move, to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation, but Xavier's grip was iron. He held her still, devouring her like a man starved.

After what felt like forever, Xavier pulled back. Angel was panting, her body slick with sweat, her thighs shaking. She barely had time to catch her breath before Xavier grabbed her hands and yanked her up. His other hand wrapped around her throat, not tight enough to choke but enough to remind her who was in control. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp.

Then he pushed her back down, keeping only her hips up. Angel's breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him position himself behind her. There was no warning, no gentle buildup—just the sudden, brutal thrust of him slamming into her.

Angel cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Xavier didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, mixing with Angel's moans and Xavier's grunts.

She came fast, her body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. But Xavier didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. He kept pounding into her, his grip on her hips bruising, his movements relentless.

Angel came again, her voice breaking as another orgasm tore through her. Still, Xavier showed no mercy. He fucked her rough, his body slamming into hers with a force that had her seeing stars. She could feel him everywhere—his hands on her skin, his breath hot against her back, his cock filling her completely.

Her body trembled, her limbs weak from multiple orgasms, but Xavier wasn't done. He pulled her up again, her back against his chest, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other still tangled in her hair. His teeth grazed her ear as he whispered, "You can take more."

And then he was moving inside her again, his thrusts deep and punishing. Angel's moans turned to sobs, her body overwhelmed by the intensity. She came once more, her nails digging into Xavier's arm as pleasure and pain blurred together.

Finally, with a growl, Xavier came, his body jerking against hers as he spilled inside her. He held her tight, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against her back.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Xavier released her, letting her collapse onto the bed.

She could feel the ache between her legs, the soreness in her muscles, but beneath it all was a deep, satisfying warmth.

Angel turned her head to look at him, her eyes half-lidded, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're a monster."

Xavier smirked, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "And you loved every second of it."

She didn't deny it. Instead, she snuggled closer, her body fitting against his like they were made to be together. She kissed him on the lips as though it was a receipt of their transaction.

Angel thought it was over. Her body ached in the best way, her limbs heavy with exhaustion. She rolled onto her side, expecting a moment to catch her breath.

But then she felt it—Xavier's cock, hard again, pressing against her.

"Xavier, wait—I need—" she started, but his hand clamped over her mouth before she could finish.

His voice was a dark growl in her ear. "You don't get to say no."

A shiver ran down her spine. This was what she'd always fantasized about—the loss of control, the raw, brutal taking— to be raped.

Her body tensed, but not to fight him. To submit.

Xavier flipped her onto her stomach, his weight pinning her down. His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp. "You want this," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "You need this."

She whimpered as he forced her legs apart, his cock pressing against her already-sensitive entrance. He didn't wait. He didn't ask. He just took, slamming into her with one brutal thrust.

Angel cried out, the sound muffled against the sheets. It burned, it stretched, it hurt—and she loved every second of it. Xavier's hand still covered her mouth, his other arm wrapping around her waist to hold her in place as he fucked her with deep, punishing strokes.

She tried to squirm, to resist—just like she'd always imagined. But Xavier was stronger. He kept her trapped beneath him, his body dominating hers, his cock driving into her again and again.

"Such a good girl," he growled, his breath hot against her neck. "Taking me like this. You were made for this, weren't you?"

Angel's muffled sobs turned into desperate moans. Her body betrayed her, clenching around him even as she tried to fight it. The pleasure was too much, the sensation of being used sending her over the edge.

Xavier finally released her mouth, his hand sliding down to grip her hip as he fucked her harder. "That's it," he groaned. "Fight me. I like it."

She came with a broken cry, her body shuddering beneath him. But Xavier didn't stop.

Angel's vision blurred as another orgasm ripped through her. She was sobbing now, her body overwhelmed, her mind lost in the haze of pleasure and pain.

Xavier finally groaned, his release hitting him hard. He buried himself deep inside her, his body jerking as he came.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Xavier pulled out slowly, rolling off her. Angel lay there, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Xavier reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His voice was softer now, but still rough. "You okay?"

Angel didn't answer right away. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Again," she whispered.

Xavier's smirk returned. "Greedy girl."

He didn't make her wait. This time, when he took her, it was slower—but no less intense. And Angel knew this was only the beginning, and Xavier wasn't going to stop until he passed out.

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