She stayed on his lap, lips sealed to his neck, sucking slowly—like time didn't matter. Her hands rested against his chest, fingers splayed open, feeling the quiet thump of his heart. And even after five minutes… she'd only taken a few drops.
Xavier wasn't sure what he was expecting.
Pain? Maybe.
But instead, it was… warm. Tingly. Like every nerve was being softly pulled and stroked from the inside. His skin wasn't screaming. His muscles weren't tense. It was a strange kind of pleasure, one he hadn't known existed.
And as for Reva, she was flushed.
Her body trembled slightly against his. She shifted on his lap, thighs pressing tighter, lips never leaving his neck, and even without looking down, he could feel it—she was wet.
Her core rubbed against him through the thin layers of cloth, damp and needy. She sucked one last time, slower than ever, before lifting her mouth.
A string of blood trailed from her lower lip before she licked it clean.
