The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Orelia's POV.

Friday night, I drive over to Xavier's house, following the directions he sent me.

He offered to pick me up, but it seemed silly for him to come all the way to mine just to drive back to his. Besides, I enjoy driving.

I arrive earlier than we agreed, out of eagerness. I'm excited to see him and we have the whole night together. I've shaved and moisturized and done everything possible to make myself tempting to him.

Xavier answers the door with a wide smile.

'Hey, you look great! Come in,' he says warmly.

I step past him, into the house, and he kisses my cheek. The smell of rosemary and roast chicken reaches my nose.

'Oh, my gosh, it smells incredible!'

Xavier grins and I suddenly spot the oven gloves on his hands.

I love a man who can cook.

'Should be good, hopefully. It'll be ready in about fifteen minutes. Do you want to leave your bag down here and I'll show you around after dinner'

'Yeah, sure.'

'Let's get you a drink. Alcoholic or non'

'I'd love some wine if you are having some, please,' I respond and follow him down the corridor, through to the kitchen.

Pans are simmering on the hob, and I can see the small roast chicken in the oven. My stomach rumbles with excitement, but the noise is drowned out by the extractor fan.

We sit with a glass of wine each and chat whilst the food finishes cooking. We talk about the normal things, each other's day, Lettie and her baby, our families.

It's easy and relaxed and perfect in the simplest way. When the food is ready, we eat at the table in the kitchen.

If I didn't know it already, I definitely know it now. Xavier is made for me. The man can cook for me every day for the rest of my life if he likes, because wow.

'I can't remember the last time I had a roast that good,' I tell him when we're clearing the dishes. 'But don't tell my mum that I said that!'

He chuckles. 'I promise not to bring it up tomorrow.'

Tomorrow, Xavier and I are going round to meet my parents and sister. I know they're going to love him.

We get comfortable on the sofa, cuddling in front of the TV. The TV show we're watching doesn't interest me. Not because it's not a good show, simply because who I have next to me is far more interesting.

With Xavier's eyes on the TV, I lean closer to him and softly press a kiss to the top of his collarbone. He shudders and tightens his arm around my waist.

He's wearing a t—shirt and the crew neckline gives me plenty of access to his neck. I peck kisses up and down his throat. Only when I scrape my teeth over the skin does Xavier finally let out a low growl and react properly.

He turns to face me and kisses me, taking me by surprise. I slowly start to kiss him, letting my lips lazily follow his lead. He coaxes me to respond more firmly.

He parts my lips with his tongue and it's like he sparks a fire inside me. I'm filled with a burning need to feel more of him. I straddle his lap on the sofa and thread my fingers into his hair.

I tug on the strands and Xavier grunts against my lips. Our tongues rub and play together whilst his hands steadily move higher from my waist. They slide under my top and make me shiver when he skims them over my ribs.

His fingers gently stroke the tops of my breasts, which are heaving with every breath in my pretty lace bra. I can feel how excited he is underneath me. He is digging into a very sensitive area.

But I still need more.

I break the kiss and look at him with heated eyes. 'Bedroom'

Xavier's own eyes darken. 'Yes.'

He stands up, taking me with him. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me up the stairs. I look around at his house as he takes me to his room, but I know he can give me a proper tour later.

Once we're in his room, he places me on the bed and starts stripping me of my clothes. I eagerly help him, raising my arms above my head when needed.

We make quick work of my clothes and then start on his. He left my underwear, so I lie in the lace set in the center of the bed, watching him remove his boxers.

Fully revealed to me, my mate is perfection. Toned and hard in all of the right places, but not so much that he looks like he's popped steroids all his life.

He's just…perfect.

Anticipation blooms in my stomach as he grasps my ankles and pulls in one sharp tug. I shoot down the bed towards him. Goosebumps break out on my skin as Xavier kisses up my legs, getting closer and closer to where I want him.

I'm practically shaking with excitement when his fingers skim over my lace panties. He grips the material and slides it down my legs, baring me to him.

I lay perfectly still, nervous and desperate for his touch. Xavier's gaze is filled with lust as he heatedly looks at me. He parts my thighs, exposing my core to his view.

I resist covering my face with my hands. I force myself to remember that he is my mate, I shouldn't be embarrassed around him. Boldly, I watch his face as he watches me.

Xavier's hand slide higher up my thighs. His thumbs brush over my lower lips, sending a shiver through me. My hands tightly grip the bed covers as I try to stop myself from grabbing his face and shoving it between my legs.

This build—up is killing me, and he knows it. He smirks and blows gently, making my hips lurch up and off the bed.

'Stop teasing,' I plead with him. 'Please.'

His face turns serious, and he lowers himself between my legs. Once comfortable, he nudges my thighs further apart with his shoulders. He leans forwards and presses a kiss to my clit. The small action has tingles exploding in my lower region.

His tongue darts out and swirls around the bundle of nerves. He looks up at me with his mouth still between my legs. I can't hold his gaze, it's too intense. I let my head fall back on the bed and I look up at the ceiling, focussing on everything that he is making me feel.

He rubs his tongue back and forth over my clit, stimulating it with the exact right amount of pressure. It's addictively good. I worry that my fingers are going to rip his sheets with how tightly I'm gripping them.

One of Xavier's hands comes to rest on my abdomen, pinning me down to the bed and stopping me from bucking my hips. With the other, I feel a finger probing at my entrance.

He pushes one inside me, and then two, and finally three. Stretched and full, I'm breathless when he picks up rubbing my clit again.

It's all so much. My eyes squeeze shut and my back arches off the bed. Xavier keeps his hand firmly on my stomach, not letting me move a lot. His tongue flicks faster, building an intense orgasm.

'Xavier,' I gasp his name when my orgasm hits.

He only gets faster, causing the pleasure to plough through me with relentless force. White spots burst behind my eyelids, my heart beats rapidly in my ears and pleasure consumes me.

It lasts for seconds upon seconds, fading only when I think it will never stop. Xavier slows his ministrations to a stop and gives me a moment to catch my breath.

Only when my breathing is even, does he lower his mouth back to my core.

'Another,' he murmurs against my sensitive skin.

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