Chapter Thirty

He left her breathless. His strength. His power. Most of all, the dark heat in his eyes as he looked up at her.

His hands lifted up her hips. As if she weighed nothing at all, he lowered her with exquisite slowness, impaling her, causing them both to gasp as he filled her inch by inch. Sylvia tossed back her head, exposing her neck as her eyes rolled back with the pleasure. He guided her, allowing her to establish her own rhythm, teaching her to ride him. Tension coiled inside her deep and fast, and when she finally exploded, she screamed. He plunged inside her with a final deep thrust, shouting her name with a bestial growl that somehow sounded like a prayer. When she collapsed over his body, utterly spent, it took ten minutes before she stopped shaking.

Afterward, as they slept in each other’s arms, Sylvia opened her eyes to stare blankly at the brilliant sunlight on the ocean.

She could no longer deny her feelings.

Xavier had seen her at her worst. And he’d accepted her, just as sh