THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

CHAPTER FOUR

The glass balcony doors slammed shut behind them, instantly cutting off the muted roar of the ballroom.

Xavier didn't stop walking. His hand stayed locked around Elena’s waist like an iron vice, his massive physical presence propelling her down the secluded, mahogany-paneled corridor of the hotel's private executive suite. Elena’s heels clicked frantically against the marble floor as she tried to keep up with his brutal, sweeping strides. Her back was freezing under the draft of the hallway, but where his calloused palm pressed against her bare skin, she was burning up.

He dragged her into a dark, quiet study at the end of the hall, shoving the heavy oak door shut behind them. The lock clicked with a terrifying finality.

The silence inside the room was heavy and suffocating. Xavier stood with his back to her, his broad shoulders heaving under his tuxedo shirt as he took deep, ragged breaths. For six long months, he had successfully treated her like an invisible ghost to protect the strict clauses of their contract. But tonight, watching every powerful man in that ballroom stare at her curves, and feeling her bare skin under his hand for three agonizing hours, his legendary restraint had completely dissolved.

"You think this is a game, Elena?" Xavier turned around slowly. His jaw was locked in a rigid line of pure fury, a muscle ticking violently in his cheek. Under the dim light of the study, his dark gray eyes had gone entirely black, his pupils fully dilated with an untamed mix of anger and raw, consuming lust. "You've been pushing me since the second you threw your arms around my neck last night. You wanted to see what it would take to break me. You wanted the monster behind the suit."

He closed the distance between them instantly, his towering frame looming over her until the solid wood of the massive mahogany desk bit into the back of her thighs.

"Then break, Xavier," Elena challenged, her voice dropping into a breathless, daring whisper. She looked directly into his wild eyes, refusing to show a single trace of fear. "I dare you. Break the rules. Tell me you don't want me."

A low, animalistic growl tore from the depths of Xavier's chest. "You asked for this."

His mouth descended onto hers like a crashing wave.

It wasn't a gentle, romantic kiss. It was a violent, demanding claim. Xavier’s lips crushed against hers with a fierce, desperate hunger that had been bottling up for half a year. He forced her lips open, his tongue invading her mouth with a dominant, sweeping rhythm that completely stole the air from her lungs. Elena let out a soft, muffled moan against his mouth, her head snapping back as the sheer intensity of his passion swept through her veins like liquid fire. She didn't pull back; she leaned directly into the assault, her hands flying up to wrap tightly into the short, thick strands of his dark hair, pulling him deeper into her.

Xavier groaned, the dark sound vibrating straight down her throat. His hands left her waist, sliding down her sides in a rough, frantic sweep that dragged the emerald silk of her gown upward. The fabric bunched around her waist, exposing her bare thighs to the cool air, but the chill vanished the instant his warm, calloused palms cupped her bare skin. He gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her effortlessly. Elena automatically hooked her legs tightly around his waist, locking him to her as he pressed his hips firmly against her center. Through the thin material of her lace underwear and the fabric of his trousers, she could feel the massive, rock-hard ridge of his length pressing directly against her aching core.

Xavier tore his mouth away from hers, his chest heaving as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled sharply, his breath hot and frantic, before his teeth nipped tightly at the sensitive column of her throat.

"Xavier... *ah*... please," Elena cried out, her fingers tightening desperately in his hair as a violent shiver wrecked through her entire body. "You're hurting me with how much you're holding back. Stop fighting it."

"You're slick," Xavier muttered, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp against her skin as his hand slid between her thighs, ripping the lace barrier of her underwear out of the way. His long fingers found her soaking wet center, and he let out a dark, ragged breath. "Six months of pretending you didn't look at me in the dark, and you're already dripping the second I touch you."

"I never said I didn't want you," Elena gasped out, her head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers began to stroke against her swollen c**t. The slow, heavy pressure made her hips buck involuntarily against his hand. "Xavier... *oh god*... it feels so good. Don't stop."

A wicked, satisfied smirk touched Xavier's lips against her neck. He dipped one long finger deep inside her, testing the tight, burning depth of her walls, and a high-pitched whine escaped her lips.

"Look at how tight you are for me," he murmured, his dark eyes snapping up to meet hers, glittering with a dangerous, heavy satisfaction as he coated his fingers in her warmth. "You are screaming my name before I've even given you the real thing."

Elena didn't shrink back from his arrogance. She reached down between their bodies, her hands trembling with a sudden, fierce purpose as she grabbed the zipper of his trousers and dragged it down with a sharp, metallic rasp. When she freed his thick, heavy length, the sheer size of his massive rod commanded the space between them. Elena let out a soft, involuntary gasp, her eyes gazing down at him in the dim light.

"Wow... you are so big," she breathed, the words slipping out in a ragged, adoring whisper. "Xavier, you're massive..."

Before he could reassert his rigid control, Elena took complete charge. Her fingers wrapped firmly around his rigid shaft, the striking contrast of her small hand guiding his massive thickness fueling the fire in Xavier’s eyes. She slid slowly down to her knees on the plush rug, her long hair falling forward like a curtain of silk over his lower stomach. Elena looked up at him once through her lashes, her eyes dark with a fierce devotion, and then she guided the crown of his heavy rod straight to her eager lips.

She opened up, drawing his thick length deep into her mouth, wrapping her warm tongue tightly around him.

Xavier's head snapped back. His fists clenched so hard into the edge of the mahogany desk that his knuckles turned white. A low, agonizingly dark groan tore from the very depths of his throat as her tight, wet mouth completely swallowed him.

"Elena... *f**k*," Xavier growled, his hips giving a small, involuntary twitch upward as she sucked him slowly, her hand sliding down to cup and massage his heavy balls. Every groan that vibrated from his chest only made her bolder. She wanted to consume him, to break every single clause in that contract until there was nothing left but this raw, burning addiction.

Xavier's breathing became shallow and frantic. His hands came down, burying themselves into her silky hair, gently pulling her head back. He was trembling, his dark eyes completely unhinged as he looked down at her upturned face.

"Elena... stop," he groaned, his voice completely wrecked. "If you keep doing that... I'm going to come in your mouth, and I need to be inside you. Stand up. Right now."

Elena smiled, a slow, triumphant expression crossing her face as she let him slip from her lips. She stood up slowly, her body aching for the real thing, her eyes locked onto his.

Xavier didn't waste another second. He grabbed her by the hips, lifting her effortlessly onto the edge of the heavy mahogany desk, clearing a stack of corporate papers with a single, violent sweep of his arm. The documents fluttered uselessly to the floor, completely forgotten and crushed under their weight. He stepped between her thighs, his massive rod pressing directly against her dripping, exposed center.

"This wasn't in the contract, Elena," he whispered fiercely, his thumbs rubbing hard against her hip bones. "Once I do this, there is no going back. I won't let you look at another man again. You are mine."

"I don't want to go back," she breathed, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, pulling his hips into her. "Take me, Xavier. Please, just fill me up!"

With a deep, guttural roar, Xavier drove himself inside her in one single, devastatingly deep thrust. Elena screamed out, her fingers digging deep into the muscles of his back as his thick, massive length completely filled her, stretching her tight walls to the absolute limit. The pleasure was so intense, so sudden, that tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

"Xavier! *Oh god*, you're so deep!" she whined, her hips arching up to take more of him as he stayed buried inside her for a long moment, letting her body adjust to his massive size.

"You are so tight, Elena... it’s crushing me," Xavier groaned, his face buried in her neck as his body shook with the effort of not losing control instantly. "Tell me how it feels. Tell me."

"It's too much... it feels so full," she gasped, her legs locking tighter around his waist. "Move, Xavier. Please, I need you to move."

He obeyed. He began to move his hips, his strokes long, hard, and unforgiving. Every time he thrust into her, the desk creaked loudly under the weight of their passion, the sound echoing through the vast, quiet room. Elena clung to him like a lifeline, her moans rising in pitch as he hit her deep, finding the exact spot that made her entire body vibrate with ecstasy.

"Yes! Right there! *Ah*... Xavier, faster!" she screamed out, her head tossing back as the friction built into a burning, unbearable heat.

"You like it when I hit it hard, don't you?" Xavier growled against her mouth, his lips finding hers again, kissing her with a wild, chaotic rhythm that matched the brutal speed of his hips. He was pounding into her now, his thrusts heavy and relentless, driving her mind into absolute madness. "Tell me you're mine, Elena. Say it!"

"I'm yours! *Oh, inside... yes!* I am all yours, Xavier!" she cried out, her inner muscles clamping down on his shaft in a violent, frantic rhythm as she neared the edge. "More... please, harder! I'm going to come!"

"Come for me, Elena. Tighten up for your husband," he commanded, his pace turning completely savage as the friction pushed them both over the edge.

With one final, devastatingly deep thrust, Elena’s body fractured into a million pieces of pure pleasure. She screamed his name, her inner walls pulsing and clamping down on his massive shaft in a violent, prolonged climax. The intense, tight squeezing completely broke Xavier’s remaining restraint. He let out a loud, unbridled cry, his hips pinning her firmly to the desk as he came deep inside her, filling her with wave after wave of his hot, thick seed.

They stayed locked together for a long time, their chests rising and falling in perfect sync, the quiet of the room returning save for the sound of their ragged breathing. Xavier buried his face in her neck, his body heavy and completely relaxed against hers for the first time in six months.

Elena wrapped her arms around his neck, a deep sense of happiness washing over her. She knew the corporate world outside that door was dangerous, she knew Victoria Sterling was watching, and she knew Xavier’s enemies were waiting for a slip-up. But right now, looking at the mess of corporate papers on the floor and feeling his warmth inside her, she knew the war had officially begun. And she was ready for it.