Even as she said it, her body tensed against me. I knew. I knew though she wanted every bit of me, she would yet again fight her desire every step of the way. But I also knew if I didn’t let up, that her resistance would turn against her and drown her in pleasure. I intended to do just that.
I let go of her hips and she wrapped her legs around me so I could better drive into her.
“Miranda,” I whispered into her ear again. “No one has to know. Just give it to me baby.” My cock slid through her wetness as she clenched and contracted around me. So close. . .
A seemingly endless moment passed as our bodies melded together, sweat sticking us together. Her breasts pressed against my chest. I didn’t want to stop, but I’d been holding back my release so long, it was going to rip right through me. I stilled and felt her tense.
My angel of death groaned, turning her head to side. She was fighting her release.
I’d have to take it from her. The more she fought, that harder, the faster I pounded into her. She was close. I could feel it. I could tell by the way she held her breath, poised on the edge.
I bent my head and sucked on her elegant column of neck. Her head turned away, eyes clenched shut. She was on the edge, fighting tooth and nail to maintain control.
“Xander. . .” she gritted between her teeth.
“Give it up, sweetheart. Come for me.” I wanted to swallow her scream. I wanted to drink it down and die happy.
I reached out and rubbed her clit, my thumb pressing into it just so. I felt her shudder and watched her as her body gave over to what I’d made her feel.
I kissed her, drinking in her scream of pleasure. Her body shook for me and I felt so alive.
Driving into her once, twice, and my own head snapped back as my release shot from me so powerfully, I couldn’t see straight.
Somewhere at the back of my mind, I feared hurting her with my power, turning into a monster. But no, I would never fucking hurt my goddess of death. My enchantress. My badass with a sweet heart.
When I came too, we were both panting, my dick softening in her. The feel of her fingers gently stroking my hair relaxed me so completely, I never wanted this moment to end. Not for life, not for death. Just this, forever more.
”So that’s how you know about Batman?” She asked after a while.
What?
I pulled back to look into her face. I twisted to follow her gaze. A cluster of monitors showed the empty elevator, the entryway of my cell, and the third one played a 1960s episode of Batman on mute.
Looking down at her again, my lips morphed into a crooked grin. “You thought I was down here for millennia with no means of connection to the outside world? You should see my library. You’d be impressed.”
With a glazed, satisfied look in her eye, Miranda nodded. “I bet I would.” She sighed a little. “I have an ever-growing stack of books on my bedside table. When I was younger, in high school, I loved to read. But since Jamal. . . I keep buying books that I swear to myself I will make time to read, but the pile continues to grow as I never make time to actually read them.”
I pushed back several glistening braids behind her ear, absorbing everything she said.
We drifted into awkward silence. Not about what we’d just done, but because we hadn’t resolved anything. Not really.
I’d never make her behead me again, but I didn’t believe in me like she did. I’d lost sight of what I was doing and Timothy pointed that out.
Did I want to die anymore? Could I be allowed to live?
To change my mind after wanting death for thousands of years was too severe and violent a turn for my mind to take.
Slipping my soft member from her hot body with a dual groan of protest, I pulled her body against mine, drifting into a light sleep.
I could live, for tonight anyway. Tomorrow I’d deal with Timothy’s threats, the madness of my broken brain, and the woman who was making me question everything.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
THE BADASS
There were no dreams, no nightmares, in Xander’s arms that night. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I felt rested to the marrow of my bones. It was comforting to fall asleep in one spot and wake up in the same place. I was already stirring from slumber, cocooned against a firm chest, arms wrapped around me like a protective barrier, when the intrusive ding of an elevator forced my eyes open.
My gaze snapped to the flurry of movement on one of Xander’s security screens. A parade of all too familiar faces had me springing upright.
