His eyes darkened and his mouth was on hers again, his lips and tongue possessing her, screaming his passion.God. The feel of his mouth was so much better than she ever imagined. He held her chin, roughly, deepening the kiss. She couldn’t move as he held her exactly where he wanted her. He swirled his tongue over her lips, and bit her lower lip hard enough to make her jump in shock.
Xander broke off the kiss. He palmed her breasts roughly.
His mouth clamped around her areola, his teeth dragging across her nipple.
Under him, she moaned, arching towards him, running her hands through his silky dark hair.
“I should stop this,” he said around her nipple.
“But you won’t,” Harper whispered.
“No, I won’t, goddess help me.” Xander’s mouth was rough and fast on her neck, his teeth nibbling her ear, his hand pinching her other nipple, tugging it so hard the flesh burned.
“I can take it,” Harper said, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“On your hands and knees. Now.”
The steel in his voice sent fear down her spine, and she palmed her hands into the carpet, bringing her knees under her.
“Wider, spread, Angel,” Xander said.
Harper did, crying out as his hands gripped her hips and he settled between her. His rough fingers circled her clit, but didn’t touch it. Harper cried, wanting his touch, even with the aftershocks of the orgasm still humming in her body.
“Is this what you wanted when you snuck into my room?” Xander asked, pulling her hair.
“I wanted to show you how much I wanted you.”
His pure intensity of touch through his fingerpads seared her. She’d asked for this, she wanted this; she was determined to see it through.
“I would make you wear a butt plug every day. Is that what you want?” Xander said, his voice harsh.
“Yes,” Harper said. She closed her eyes as she felt his hot breath on her ass. The scratch of his whiskers against the sensitive skin of her bottom sent shivers coursing through her.
“Damn it, Angel.” She yelped as his hot tongue slid between her ass cheeks. Heat flared all along her skin. He smacked her behind, hard, his palm striking her right under her sit bones. The slaps rang out loud in the voluminous room, one, two, three, four, and they stole her breath, but she bowed back against each one.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Xander said. “Tell me you want it.”
His fingers glided to her centre and found her clit. He pinched it, pulling on her sensitive flesh. Harper fought to stay upright, her muscles trembled, she gasped for breath.
Xander ran his cock along her back entrance. For a moment she shuddered, wondering if he was going to penetrate her there, without any warm-up. The thought sent shivers all over her body.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” Harper said.
“Have you ever had anyone here?” Xander pressed his thumb to her anal hole. Harper arched into his touch.
“Yes.”“But not me. Not like I would take you. What if I fucked you here, Angel, so hard I tore your skin?”
“You wouldn’t,” Harper whispered. “Xander, you spent years protecting me. No matter the angry words you say to me, I don’t believe that you’ll hurt me.”
“That’s why this is a horrible idea,” Xander said. “But I like the view from here, how your ass looks. I should demand you leave, but your pussy is begging me to enter it, isn’t it?”
She moaned as his fingers circled her clit. She rocked back towards him, trying to urge him on.
“Yes, Xander. Fuck me, please.”
His hands were cool as they held her hips. He slowly pushed his cock into her, and then dragged it out.
“Yes!” His fingers touched her pussy lips, circling everywhere except her aching clit.
