The Girl He Marked

Book 2 Chapter 20

Lexi's POV.

Rixon steps into his room and gently puts me down, careful to slide my body along the length of his. I

quickly squirm out of his arms and rush into the bathroom before he can try to kiss me, I want to clean

my teeth first. We get ready for bed next to each other, cleaning our teeth in unison as we watch each

other's reflections in the mirror. I get a giddy feeling about this being our first proper sleepover, I feel

like a kid.

Trying to escape the predatory look in his eyes, I unpack my bag and busy myself with taking my make

—up off. I feel his eyes on me and I turn to find Rixon watching me with a sinful smirk on his gorgeous

face, a smirk promising trouble and orgasms.

Without breaking eye contact, Rixon pulls his t—shirt off, that weird way that men do, pulling from the

back of the neck. I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing his naked chest, covered in swirling patterns of

black ink.

I swallow hard when his large hands drop to his waist and start undoing his jeans. I'm unable to look

away as he pushes them down to reveal an impressive tent in his black boxers. He kicks the jeans

away and steps towards me, I hurriedly finish taking my make—up off and throw the wipe in the bin.

When I turn back around, I jump as Rixon is now inches away, looming over me.

He doesn't say a word as he lifts my dress up over my head, I raise my arms to help him, resisting the

urge to cover myself. He unclips my bra, throwing it to one side whilst leaning down to take a nipple

into his mouth. I chew nervously on my bottom lip, trying not to moan whilst he tortures my nipples with

his tongue and hand.

I don't try to resist when he pushes me down, so I fall back on the bed. I look up at him, the lust in my

eyes mirroring his own. He leans down over me, kissing down my neck, so I tangle my fingers in his

hair.

'How often do you touch yourself' He asks, surprising me.

'Um, why'

'Because your orgasms belong to me now, I don't want you touching yourself, that's my job,' he

remarks possessively, pressing kisses to my inner thighs. I don't respond because his mouth latches

around my clit and I can't form a single thought.

A few hours after falling asleep, I roll over to see the sun has started to rise and bathes the room in a

gentle golden glow. I slide slowly out of bed, careful not to wake Rixon. Feeling restless, I decide to get

myself a drink, but I didn't bring any pajamas, there's no need for them with Rixon around. I tiptoe over

to the chest of drawers and pull open a couple until I find one full of sweatpants, underneath the pile is

a set of blue stripy pajamas.

For some reason I can't really picture him wearing them, perhaps that's why they're hidden at the

bottom.

I pull on the shirt and button it up, I try on the bottoms, but they fall down, the waist is far too wide.

Deciding to forego the bottoms because the top comes to almost my knees, I sneak a quick glance

back at Rixon, who is on his back, his arm resting on the pillow above his head.

I creep out of the room and downstairs; the house is lit up enough with sunlight that I don't have to turn

the lights or worry about stumbling into things. I pour myself a glass of water, grimacing as I see the

clock, 406 am. I sit down on the window seat, looking out at the garden.

What am I going to do about the Rixon situation

I'll have to tell my parents soon; I can't keep my mate hidden forever. I don't like lying either, I'll do it for

him, but I don't like it.

Perhaps I should tell the girls

I just feel like I've put myself in a situation now and it's going to be hard to get out of it. I've got to just

bite the bullet and do it.

I don't need to tell the girls about Rixon's brand or his job, they don't need to know that and it's not my

secret so it's not my place to tell them. I've been stressing about telling them, when in fact, they don't

need to know. I'll tell them Rixon's my mate and they'll be happy about that.

Just as I've made a mental note to text the girls and arrange a catch—up, I hear bare feet padding

softly on the tiles. I look up to see my beautiful, sleepy—eyed man coming over to me, wearing the

matching stripy bottoms to my top.

'We match,' I say softly, grinning and opening my arms for a hug as he reaches me. He leans down and

pulls me against him, lifting me up and spinning me around. He buries his face in my neck, kissing

gently whilst his delicious scent surrounds me.

'What are you doing up' He asks, his voice gruff from sleeping. I pull back and smile sadly at him.

'I was thirsty,' I break eye contact and look down at our bare feet, his huge ones opposite my little ones,

'I'm going to tell our friends about us,' I inform him, anxiously looking back up to see his reaction.

'Okay,' he whispers, but I can see that although he's nervous, he's happy too. Keeping him a secret

must have offended him, even though he tries to hide it.

He reaches down and runs his fingers along my thigh, just under the top. To distract me, I think.

'My sister gave me these pajamas as a Christmas present,' he rolls his eyes as he casually unbuttons

the top, revealing my cleavage, 'But I rather like you in it.'

'I think we look cute,' I comment, running my finger along his taut stomach, inside the elastic of his Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

bottoms, 'I like you in just these, with your chest all exposed,' I run both my hands up his hard chest,

feeling his hot, inked skin under my fingertips. He groans quietly as I gently graze my nails down his

chest. His hands tighten on my waist and suddenly I'm lifted up and pressed against the wall.

'Try not to wake the whole house up,' he whispers teasingly in my ear as he pulls his cock out of his

pajama bottoms and pushes it inside of me before I can process anything. My head falls back against

the wall and my fingers dig into his shoulders whilst Rixon begins pounding into me.

I try to do as he asks and keep my moans quiet, not wanting to wake his siblings, but damn, it's hard.

Each time he thrusts, he bumps my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. I tighten my grip on

him as he increases his pace, I'm unable to hold my orgasm off as it rips through me, making my eyes

fall closed in ecstasy.

Rixon rams himself into me a couple more times, 'Fuck, fuck, Lex,' his voice is gruff and guttural, he

buries his face in my neck as he comes.