Illegally His!!??

🔞XXXVII🔞

Xavier's POV:

As dawn spilled through the window, my eyes fluttered open. I took in Meera's peaceful sleeping face, and memories of the night before played back in my mind, prompting a small smile. I hugged her tightly, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck as I murmured, "Morning, princess."

Rubbing her eyes, she turned to me with sleepy, blinking eyes. When our gazes met, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and she buried her face in the blankets.

God, I swear she'll be the reason for my demise.

Gently lowering the blanket from her face, I whispered, "Shush, it's just me. Did you sleep well?"

She nodded shyly, extending her small hands to stroke my face. Leaning into her palms, I closed my eyes and smiled, whispering, "Last night was..."

"Perfect," she finished, leaning in to kiss my nose. Her fingers traced down to my shoulder, brushing against my tattoo as she asked with curious eyes, "Why an alpha symbol?"

I smiled at her question. "This is the mark of my family. Every mafia family has a unique symbol to show their commitment and loyalty. As the leader of the Volkov family, I bear the alpha mark. Lucian, my first in command, has a beta mark, and Viktor, second in command, carries a gamma symbol. The other members and staff have Omega mark."

She listened intently, then nodded, asking softly, "But you never forced me to get a tattoo. Why?"

"Because I love you," I replied, my heart swelling. "You're my solace, my world—not something to possess or control. You're your own person. When you feel ready and believe I can make you happy, you can ask me. I'll call my personal tattoo artist, and maybe then you'll want an alpha tattoo," I said, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Slowly, she nodded, hugging me tightly and nuzzling her face against my bare chest.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," I said warmly, gently lifting her out of bed. I carried her to the bathroom, setting her down on her feet in the shower.

Note: The following situation may contain scenes that some readers may find uncomfortable. Proceed at your own risk when reading.

The water cascades over us I pressed Meera against the shower wall, our bodies slick with soap. My hands gripped Meera's hips as my fingers dug into her soft flesh as I lifted her against the tile. Meera slowly wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.

I grunt as I thrust into Meera, my cock pounding against her soaked pussy. The water beats against their entwined bodies, the steam filling the small shower enclosure. 

Meera cries out, her nails raking down my back as I fucked her with brutal intensity. 

"Harder..." Meera moans, throwing her head back against the tile. Nodding, I slammed into her with renewed vigor. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the shower, mingling with our ragged breaths and Meera's high-pitched whimpers.

As my mouth finds Meera's neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. My hands squeeze her ass, spreading her cheeks as I drive into her relentlessly. 

The pleasure builds inside Meera, her inner walls starting to flutter around my pistoning cock.

 "Fuck, you're so tight..."

Meera's hands tangle in my wet hair, pulling my head back so she can look at me. 

Our eyes locked as I continued to pound into her, the intense eye contact heightening our passion. 

"I'm... I'm coming..." Meera gasps, her face contorting with pleasure. 

Quickening my pace, my breathing comes as shallow as Meera's inner muscles convulse around me. I let out a low growl, burying my face in her neck as I found my own release. 

The water continues to pour over us, washing away the evidence of our passionate encounter. 

"That...was...incredible..." I panted, nuzzling my face against Meera's neck. Meera chuckles softly, still trying to catch her breath. 

"Mmmhmm, it was... Let me down, babe, my legs are numb." I gently unwrap Meera's legs from around my waist and let her slide down my body until her feet touch the shower floor. I kept my arms around her to steady her, concern etched on my face. "You alright?"

"Yeah...I'm good," Meera replies, her voice still husky from her recent orgasm. She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're a lot stronger than you look, you know that?" She teases, playfully pushing her fingers through my wet hair. I smile, my arms tightening around Meera. 

"I've had plenty of practice carrying you around," I joked, pressing a kiss to her forehead. I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around Meera before carrying her out of the bathroom. Gently place Meera on the bed and begin to dry her off meticulously, taking care to dab at her skin rather than rub roughly. 

Meera watches me with a soft expression, her heart fluttering at the tender care. "You're so gentle..."

"...after being so brutal..." I chuckle, glancing up at her as I dry her legs. "Mmm, I just figured that's what you like... the contrast..."

Meera nods, biting her bottom lip as she watches my hands move over her body. "I do...I really do... " She pauses, her eyes fluttering shut briefly as I dries between her thighs. "Come here..." she whispers, beckoning me to the bed.

As I help her slip into new clothes, I sit beside her, pulling her gently onto my lap. I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. "Mhm, princess."

Meera cups my face with a smile, her voice soft and playful. "I like you, Xavier." She leans in and kisses the tip of my nose.

I laugh, wrapping my arms around her small waist and burying my face in her hair. "Me too, princess."