Xavier: (Indestructible)

by Mortier, D. M.

  The ache was so deep now she was barely coherent and felt an overwhelming compulsion to impale herself on his stiff pole. She sobbed his name again and again.

  Without any warning, Xavier drove his length deep up into her heat.

  Cassandra cried out in ecstasy and immediately exploded into another orgasm. Her body shook and spasmed with each stroke of his hard cock into her sensitive walls. She helplessly reached up for him, kissing his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, anywhere she could reach. She was insatiable. Every nerve ending in her body tingled with intense pleasure, but nothing was enough. Her need was raw, an ache that was bone deep.

  “More, X,” she demanded. She gripped the back of his head, holding him in place to meet her gaze. “Harder,” she growled, and her voice sounded as if it belonged to someone possessed.

  Again, Xavier gave her what she wanted. He increased the movement of his hips, tunneling into her like a piston, fast, deep, and, yes, hard.

  Cassandra screamed. She cried.

  Xavier didn’t relent. He took care of her as no one else could have. Sensation rolled through her like magma rising from her depths to the pores of her skin until erupting into a truly ineffable release.

  The emotional overload was too much. Cassandra passed out.

  Xavier gazed down at the beautiful woman against him and gently withdrew from her despite still being hard as granite. He tenderly ensured her clothes covered her, tidied his own clothes, and strode out of the room with her held securely in his arms.

  Enroute, he passed through the mansion, having to tread carefully over fallen bodies and blood. Once he gained the outside, he ran through the dense vegetation, following the narrow dirt path to the airport. The small cay was predominately under populated and undeveloped with only a small number of houses and people. He was not surprised that he encountered no one as he raced to meet Neo and his teammates.

  Cassandra remained unconscious throughout the five minutes it took him to arrive at the helicopter. She was unconscious when Dylan came over and kissed her gently on the cheek, visibly emotional on seeing her safely removed from Qin’s possession.

  Xavier gave him a hard stare. “You ever interfere in our lives again, I’ll pull your heart out through your ass,” Xavier told him softly.

  “I hear ya, man.” Dylan nodded in agreement.

  Xavier climbed into the helicopter. Dominic held his gaze for a brief moment to confirm that he was ready for takeoff.

  “Thank you,” Xavier said simply as Dominic lifted the aircraft off the ground. There were no words he could express to show how much gratitude he felt for their help. He looked down at Cassandra’s peaceful face and was surprised by the avalanche of emotion that consumed him at the realization that she was safely in his arms again. He cleared his throat and looked up at Neo, who was sitting across from him. “If ever—”

  “No need, brother,” Neo interrupted him. “We know that you would do the same for us.”

  Xavier twisted his lips in a reluctant grin. “Well, I was fortunate that you were in the vicinity.”

  “How is that wound?” Rico asked.

  “I’ll live,” Xavier muttered without taking his eyes off Cassandra.

  “How is she?” Sean’s gaze was also locked on Cassandra’s face.

  Xavier clutched her tighter against him. “I should’ve broken every bone in his body and made his ass suffer a little more before I killed him,” Xavier muttered, thinking of the number of women Qin had exploited and his attempt to do the same to Cassandra. Even in her unnatural slumber, Cassandra dug her fingers into his biceps, holding onto him as if she was still fearful. He didn’t want to think of how those other women were coping with the trauma of their experience from Qin’s abuse.

  “Perhaps,” Sean said thoughtfully, “and then she would have suffered longer. Whatever he gave her was pretty potent. From the moment we arrived in that room, the drug had been playing havoc with her. I reached out to help her, and she would have none of it. She moved farther away from me.”

  “That’s because you’re a damn beautiful man, and you know it,” Cassandra said groggily. She didn’t bother to raise her head from Xavier’s chest to deliver her speech. Instead, she snuggled closer to him.

  Xavier felt like his heart got a slight bruise in that moment.

  Sean laughed huskily.

  Xavier glared at him, effectively cutting off Sean’s humor. He knew that women would find the blond SEAL attractive, but the thought that Cassandra did as well almost made him crazy. Despite what she had told him, Xavier had no illusions about his own looks.

  Cassandra punched him lightly in his chest. “Stop that,” she admonished.

  “What?” Xavier had been so deep in thought over the possibility that she was finally seeing the beast he was that he was puzzled by her demand.

  She shook her head, curled into him, and fell silent. The feel of her shivers made him instantly aware of her sexual state. Her nipples stabbed into his chest, begging for his attention. The drugs were again doing what they were intended to do. Given their audience, she seemed to be trying to subtly get into his skin.

  Her obvious arousal triggered his desire, and his fingers dug into her bottom. He, too, wished that they were anywhere but here on a helicopter with four former Navy SEALs looking on. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as she buried her face into the cavity of his neck in obvious discomfort.

  She moaned softly.

  “It’s okay, Cass,” Xavier murmured. He looked over at Neo.

  “We should be down in ten minutes,” Neo answered.

  “You’re right. You should have killed him more slowly.” Rico’s gaze was locked on Cassandra curled almost in a fetal position in Xavier’s lap. “If he had done this to my Roni, I would have scalped his ass.”

  “Damn straight,” Sean muttered.

  “Oh God, X,” Cassandra cried as yet again Xavier brought her to another climax. They had been safely back at Xavier’s apartment for over six hours. It was now into the early hours of the morning. Cassandra couldn’t believe that after all those hours the drugs were still very potent. She and Xavier were almost comatose with exhaustion, but again, they were at it like dogs in heat.

  There wasn’t a position they hadn’t tried. At times she had been so out of mind with lust that she had allowed him to stretch her limbs into amazing contortions, which, under normal situations, she would have never been able to achieve. He alternated between using his cock, his fingers, and his mouth. It didn’t take much to push her over the edge, but he was skilled in all things Cassandra, knowing every erogenous zone and how to awaken every nerve ending in her body. After the long hours of sweaty, arduous sex they’d had, her lips were swollen and her clit was overly sensitive to the touch; his cock wasn’t much better.

  Xavier took her into a cold shower the next time her body started quivering and her nipples tightened. He lovingly brought her to one last orgasm with his mouth. Her voice was hoarse as she screamed out her release. Afterward, Cassandra sighed from the blissful feel of the cold water on her overheated skin. Finally she started to feel a little more coherent. The orgasm coupled with the cool shower had been extremely cathartic.

  “How are you feeling now?” Xavier asked as he tenderly dried her with a large towel.

  “Sleepy,” she whispered.

  Xavier laughed. He lifted her and took her into the bedroom, where he sat her on an armchair while he began changing the sheets on the bed. The hours of lovemaking had done considerable damage to the bedding.

  “I see that your wound has healed nicely,” she teased. She stood and began helping him strip the bed.

  Xavier looked down at his already healing side then back at her and grinned. “Yeah, I’m good.”

  Once the bed was made again, they both settled down onto the crisp sheets. Cassandra straddled his thighs and placed her cheek on his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart soothe and comfort her. “Thank you for rescuing me,” she whispered
. “I knew you would come, and that’s the only thing that kept me sane.”

  “I would always come for you.”

  “Why did you get upset when I said that Sean was a beautiful man? You have to know that all of them are very attractive men.”

  “I was not upset. I know what I look like, and—”

  “Whoa! What do Sean’s looks have to do with you?” Cassandra frowned down at him. “And what the hell is wrong with the way you look? I think you’re pretty damn beautiful also!”

  “There’s no need to lie to me, Cass. Like I said before, I have a mirror and know what I look like.”

  “Xavier, I wish you could see what I see. I can comment on this big, virile body, your dark eyes that reflect your uncompromising integrity, and your flawless chocolate skin. You’re physically beautiful to look at. We have established that.”

  “You’re willfully blind,” Xavier muttered.

  Cassandra laughed and smacked his bicep in rebuke. “As I was saying, I could talk about all of that, but what is even more important is that you have the most beautiful soul. In the time that I’ve known you, you have shown time and again your willingness to protect, to sacrifice, and uphold law and order. I love that about you. I have met hundreds of pretty boys, but men like you and those SEALs are superior beings. You make it possible for the rest of us to exist in peace, protecting us from tyranny and chaos. How can I not be in awe of that? How am I worthy of you?”

  “Cass, I—” He started to speak, but she placed two fingers on his lips.

  “No, you need to listen.” She held his troubled gaze. “Tattooed on your back is De Oppresso Liber, which means to free the oppressed. Your valor and bravery are unmatched. You’re incredibly gentle, despite your hard veneer and violent experiences.” She caressed his broad chest. “A very hard veneer,” she said huskily.

  She bent her head, kissed his lips gently, and then raised her head to hold his gaze again. “You’re amazing, X, and, yes, beautiful.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to lie on top of him and held her gaze steadily. “Thank you, Cass. I’m glad that you’re not disappointed when you look at me.” He grinned suddenly. “And I’m not interested in being a pretty boy like Sean.”

  “Glad to hear it because I like you the way you are,” Cassandra teased.

  “I love you and pray to God that I’m worthy of you,” Xavier murmured.

  “I love you, and I know that I’m not worthy of you.” She gave him a soft, probing kiss.

  Xavier held her and flipped her over onto her back and followed her down, returning her kiss.

  Cassandra wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his lean waist.

  He lifted his head, his onyx gaze holding her golden one and their lips inches apart. “Will you marry me?”

  She gasped as he slid into her sleek opening with infinite tenderness.

  He groaned and closed his eyes as her inner walls tightened around him.

  “Yes,” she hissed as he drove deep inside of her. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

  “Thank you,” Xavier whispered and captured her lips with his.

  Epilogue

  Xavier sat in the stands of Madison Square Garden watching his wife, Cassandra, come in off the bench for the New York Liberty to drill home four consecutive three-point shots. The crowd was on their feet, screaming in approval as the fearless point guard weaved and dribbled the ball between defenders and made impressive shots from deep within the court. Even their three-year-old son, Xander, was on his feet, screaming his head off. Cameron, now in his last year of college, was also on his feet screaming encouragement.

  Xavier grinned with pride.

  After four years of marriage, two children—their son, Xander, and their baby, Zoey, who was sleeping blissfully in his lap—he had given up trying to understand her skills with a basketball. She was truly amazing. Their daughter was only five months old, and Cassandra wasn’t supposed to play tonight, but yet again, she’d proved the doctors and the coaches wrong.

  She and her teammates walked off the court hours later amid cheers of their appreciative fans for the unexpected victory against the Los Angeles Sparks. Candace Parker, the star from the Sparks, also gave Cassandra a fist pump in respect of her skill but promised retribution in their next game at the Staples Center.

  Later that night, after both children were sleeping peacefully, Xavier was yet again impressed with his wife’s skill in another arena. High above the New York skyline, their penthouse apartment was only one of the homes they now owned. He still worked for the DEA but had been performing some contract work with Neo and his team. Those numerous extractions from some of the world’s most dangerous places had proved very lucrative. One client in particular had been so grateful for the return of his petulant son from capture by a dictatorship regime that he had gifted Xavier the penthouse in New York. Now, in addition to the penthouse, they maintained a home in Miami and in the Bahamas. However, it was their house in the Bahamas that they often retreated to for solace.

  His body heated in response to her personal performance for his eyes only. Her body was adorned in a sexy white leather teddy, and she proceeded to treat him to a pole dance. She climbed, spun, gyrated, and inverted her body to the music of Zane Malik’s, “Pillow Talk.”

  It was impossible to look away from her. “You said that we were going to wait awhile to get pregnant again,” Xavier reminded her. They both remembered the night that Zoey was conceived. It was the first time he’d seen her on a pole. That night, and the times since, she had never gotten to finish her dance, and tonight was going to be no exception.

  She laughed huskily as he lifted her off the pole, held her up with brute strength right there in the middle of the room, and stroked up into her.

  “There is such a thing as birth control, ya know,” she said breathlessly as his fingers dug into her round bottom, holding her steady as he drilled into her heat.

  “With the way I’m feeling, I don’t think any damn birth control is going to stop my boys from impregnating your ass,” Xavier growled.

  She tightened her legs around his waist and clamped her muscles around his cock, holding him like a vise. His hips stilled, and he hissed.

  “I love you, X. But if I get pregnant after this, you’re quitting your damn job and staying home.”

  “Baby, consider this my resignation.” He drove into her hard and deep.

  “God, I love you,” she whimpered.

  “I love you,” he roared and exploded inside of her.

  Acknowledgement

  Thank you so much for taking time to read Xavier and Cassandra’s story. I trust you have enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to Devin for all your work on editing and proofreader in such a timely manner. Devin, thank you also for your insight and critique. Thanks to Alicia and her staff at Damonza for always giving me such kick ass cover designs, very much appreciated. And thanks to Bob for your great work in formatting and interior design, your cheerfulness and willingness to always assist.

  About the Author

  With every story I tell, my Caribbean sisters or brothers are highlighted. Our culture is a melting pot of all ethnicities, where love has no color. We love who we love and make no apology for it.

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