Her hands drifted to the hard panes of his stomach, following the dusting of dark hair downwards, before wrapping around him again. She guided him towards her, desperate to feel him inside of her. He was bigger than she’d handled before, and she knew it would likely be painful at first. But she didn’t care, she just needed him.
“You are truly beautiful, Xander.”
Xander kissed her again, smiling against her lips. He pulled her hips to him as she wrapped her legs around his and eased into her, slowly, as though not to hurt her.
His lips never left hers, his mouth swallowing her moans and sighs as he fully seated himself inside her. She had never feltso full before, so perfect. And she knew that nothing could ever compare to the feeling of him.
She tried to grind her hips against him, urging him to move faster than the torturously slow pace he began to set.
“Please,” she whispered against his mouth as she twisted her fingers in his dark curls.
Xander’s hold on her hips tightened as he pulled back, almost withdrawing completely, and then slammed back into her. Again and again. Adriana clung onto his shoulders as his brutal thrusts jolted her body, a delicate mixture of pleasure and pain.
“You are mine,” he growled, as he looked down between them, watching where their bodies connected. “Look, Adriana, see how beautiful you are. How beautiful we are together. You were made for me… now watch me fuck you.”
She obeyed his command and looked down at the sight of him disappearing deep inside her. He was right—they were beautiful together.
Xander grabbed her jaw in one hand, pulling her face to his as he gave her a deep kiss. He bit down hard on her bottom lip, before pushing her to lay back against the table.
Xander placed her legs over his shoulders as he continued his harsh thrusts, the new angle hitting an unknown spot inside of her. It was almost too much, and as he brought his hand between them and pressed down on that most sensitive spot between her thighs, rubbing in small circles, she couldn’t hold back her cry.
Adriana felt her stomach tighten, but before the sensation could build any higher, Xander stilled his movements completely and removed her legs from his shoulders, resting them round his hips again. Her eyes flew open and she saw him staring at her mouth, a painful look of hunger fixed on his face.
She licked her bottom lip and tased the metallic tang of blood. She hadn’t realised he had pierced the skin when he had bitten her lip. Judging from the look on his face, neither had he.
“Kiss me, Xander,” she ordered.
He returned his gaze to meet hers as a wide smile crept across his face, his fangs on full display. He leant down to kiss her gently, his tongue darting out to taste the blood on her lip, and let out a loud moan into her mouth.
Using her heels to push him back to her, she clung to his body as he resumed his movements. One hand held the side of her neck whilst the other reached down between them again, his fingers stroking her with tiny, precise circles. The pressure inside her climbed and climbed, she was so close to the edge she longed to fall off.
She couldn’t speak, could hardly breathe, but she knew what she wanted to offer him. Focusing on that soothing coldness that lingered in her mind, she pushed forward what she wanted him to take from her, what she wanted to give him. And as that coldness grew, as Xander’s hand pushed her head back, exposing her throat to him, she knew he had heard her.
He licked and nipped the side of her neck as his thrusts became harsher, more punishing, his fingers applying the perfect pressure as he stroked her towards her release.
“That’s it, let go for me, sweetheart.”
She fell as soon as he whispered those words, her entire body glowing with her Luciferus light. The second she clenched around him and her mouth opened in a silent scream, his teeth pierced the side of her throat.
She cried out, the delicious pain of him feeding from her only added to the waves of pleasure he inflicted on her body. She clawed at his back as he continued to drink from her neck, his thrusts and fingers somehow never faltering. It was all too much—she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. It was perfect.
Her moans turned into cries and whimpers as he drew out her release, before he finally met his own. She felt his rhythm slowuntil he gradually stilled, his tongue cleaning the blood from her throat and soothing the sting of her wound.
Xander breathed heavily against her neck as he stood straight, pulling her into a sitting position with him. He eased out of her slowly with a sigh and reached for the cloth he had used to clean her finger. He used it to gently wipe the inside of her thighs as he continued to kiss over his bite mark on her neck.
Once he was done, he threw the cloth to join the pile of their clothes on the floor and held Adriana’s face in his hands, pressing his forehead to hers.
“I hope you know,” he breathed out. “That you may have just made a terrible mistake, because I’ll be damned if I ever let you go now. You are a part of me, my heart beats for you, Adriana. It has since the moment you knocked me on my arse the day I moved here.”
Adriana pulled away from him, her face twisted in confusion. Her body’s glow slowly dimmed and returned to her usual pale tone. “But you were so cruel to me? You were so rude and harsh throughout my training?”
“I know, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy getting a rise out of you. But it was not all done out of selfishness, I assure you.”
Her head tilted to the side, not understanding what he was implying.
“I knew your emotions were strong,” he continued, “and that they could be your greatest ally in controlling your powers. But I heard every bad thought you had each day I came to watch you, every sense of failure before you had even tried. I could feel you wanted to give up fighting it, so I gave you something else to fight. Better I became your villain than your own mind.”
Adriana gazed up at him with tears in her eyes. He had known her thoughts about herself, he had known she needed to fight, and when she could no longer fight herself, he fought for her. Hehad ignited that heat within her, the heat of anger, of desire, of power.
