My hips jerked forward. A strangled sound escaped my throat as my fingers tightened on the cold metal bars. He continued to open mouth kiss my lower lips, his tongue probing, seeking entrance despite the barrier of the fabric.
“Xander,” I gasped as the pressure of his tongue found my clit. All my thoughts scattered like a flock of birds. “Ungh.”
His hands moved, digging into the globes of my ass. “Fuck sweetheart, when you moan my name, it makes me hard as steel.” Then he went back kissing me deeply, thoroughly until my hips were bucking and I was halfway to sobbing for relief.
“You threw that game, baby,” he said in between kisses. “You wanted this. You want me. You want the beast to fuck you.”
I was out of my mind with desire, the sounds coming out of my mouth were unrecognizable. Even on the rare occasion I pleasured myself, I stayed quiet, holding it all in.
My feet hit the ground and I was shocked by the literal sensation of coming back to earth.
Xander’s face had changed, it was now a feral mask of need and determination. He pushed my coat off and it hit the ground with a thud. I was grateful Bob was in his sheath. I hoped it acted like a blindfold so he couldn’t “see” what was happening.
My tight sports bra ripped up and off my body.
“How fucking dare you bind these gorgeous breasts up,” he snarled, before attacking them with his hands and mouth. My left breast generously filled his palm as he licked and sucked on the other one. Tingles and heat spiraled out from where he touched me.
It was true. I had shapely breasts but I kept them bound up in sports bras, never going for the lacy, shape-flattering pieces Vivien used on her much smaller ones.
But now that they were out, being feasted on and worshipped, I never wanted to wear one again. Even as I let him run the show, I felt sexy and empowered.
Xander’s hand snaked down, fingers skimming under my workout leggings instantly finding the split of my sex without the barrier of panties. I didn’t wear them with these pants.
His fingers toyed with my heat. I choked. The foreign and shocking sensation of someone other than myself touching me there completely threw me.
When a long digit slipped up inside my tightness, penetrating me, I stopped breathing all together. My hands clutched at the corded muscle of his shoulders, hanging on for dear life.
He began to make the come hither motion, hitting a spot I didn’t even know I had, while his palm ground into my clit. I cried out, my torso trying to curve against the onslaught of sensation.
“That’s it, my sweetheart,” he breathed into my ear, his hot breath washing across my neck causing goosebumps to pebble the skin of my entire body. “You are going to come for me, aren’t you?”
It was all too much, too fast. I hadn’t been touched like this, treated like this in so long my brain couldn’t digest it.
“No,” I ground out. And it was true. My body clenched down and fought it. It didn’t want to let go of control. My brain was rebelling, still trying to bring reason to the table.
“Wanna bet?” he dared me, his tone dangerous. The lights flickered around us and I felt his power crowd into the room, pressing against the exposed flesh of my half naked body. Xander was losing control and I didn’t even fucking care.
Then his mouth covered mine and I was lost again. Lost to his passion, his need, and the most delicious taste of a man I’d ever known.
No, he wasn’t a man. He was a god. A dangerous immortal of power who could destroy me. Those bars were there to separate us for a reason.
We needed to stop. We were nearing something truly dangerous.
Still my body bucked against his hand as I hyperventilated. My body clenched, working hard to tamp down my rising orgasm.
More than ever I wanted him to wreck me. This beast had clawed his way through walls I’d never intended to let him bypass. He inspired a part of me to emerge that I thought long dead, and now, I was addicted to being that woman.
The lights flickered more violently.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips before removing his hand.
I cried out at the loss, tears gathering in my eyes, as pressure nearly exploded in my chest. No! I needed him to touch me. I felt starved. I forgot how good it could feel. I needed more. I needed him or I would die.
Xander backed up, sucking his middle finger into his mouth before slowly pulling it out. He still looked at me like he was preparing to devour the rest of me.
A hot shudder tore through me.
“Tell me what you want.” Xander’s voice was hoarse, either from desire or trying to stay in control. “Whatever you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
