Kyra reached for him at the same time Xander slanted his lips over hers with a ravenous growl. He caught her returning moan, her hands exploring the width of his shoulders, and then down his pectorals just as she had before, her nails pressing down as he pushed harder in to her touch.
She didn’t care when he lifted, pressing her against the wall so softly she barely registered the cold against her back. He pinned her with his heavy weight, the towel rolling up to the point she was suddenly aware of something hard and thick pressing against her thigh. His fingers gripped tightly, his thumbs moving in slow, teasing circles that made her core clench, her breath quicken.
She moaned when he released her lips, needing him back before he started kissing her gently on her jaw, moving slowly as he brushed them against the side of her throat. He paused when she tensed, waited with impressive patience until she had relaxed while his fingers moved closer to where she wanted them to be. His lips captured hers again, his tongue stroking as he walked them to the bed and laid her smoothly on the sheets.
She sucked in a breath when he held himself over her with a hungry expression, his lashes low as he settled himself between her legs. Her breasts ached against the towel, restricting. He caught her hands when she tried to wiggle it free, moving them slowly above her head.
“Stay,” he growled, releasing her wrists and dipping his head to bite through the cotton fabric. She squeaked, her core throbbing with wet heat. When she went to tug at the towel again he simply moved her wrists back above her head. His grip was tight, but a fraction less than if he really wanted to keep her still. “Say my name.”
“Xander,” she said, voice humiliatingly hoarse, with the barest touch of panic. She was too charged, her chi electric as he brushed his own against hers in a full body caress. This time she wouldn’t let fear win, wouldn’t let him stop until they were both exhausted and sated from pleasure. All she saw was him, not her dark memories that threatened.
“That’s right, princess.” He licked across the top of her breast, tongue flat against her skin, teasing before he nipped at the fabric with his teeth. A rumble of his chest, a vibration that went straight between her legs.
Kyra moaned.
He finally looked up, to be met with eyes of liquid silver. She felt no terror when she saw the beast through those irises, not when he released her wrists again to stroke down her body, beneath the towel and across her stomach to dip between her legs. There was no teasing this time, his finger slipping to spear between her hot, swollen folds in dominant little thrusts.
“Kyra?” he growled, his thumb circling the bundle of nerves that craved for attention. It was a question, asking for permission as he slowly pushed in a second finger.
Her back bowed, pleasure short-circuiting her brain as she moved her hips with his hand. She needed to feel something before she was forced to go back, forced to do things that would slowly kill her inside.
She needed him to be the one point in her life that wasn’t a mistake.
There was no hesitation this time, not when she knew what she wanted. She wrapped her hands in his hair, pulling his lips down until she could savour his taste, commit it to memory. Her next moan poured into his mouth, her tongue showing him exactly what she wanted as she raised her hips, achingly aware of the wetness that was growing, covering them both.
“I’m trying.” Another thrust, his thumb flicking against her clit. “Not to.” His thumb pressed harder, making her squirm as she craved the pressure, so close to the edge she knew it would only take one more stroke. “Rush.” He pulled his hand back with a little smirk, slowly lifting his fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick.
Kyra shivered, her clit having its own heart-beat at his point as she pushed at his shoulders with a frustrated cry. When he didn’t move she called a little arcane, the slight shock forcing him back off the bed. It gave her the room to wiggle, twisting as the towel fell open to leave her bare to his gaze. She felt her skin burn at his attention, her breasts swelling.
“Off,” she said, glancing down at his jeans while reaching up to tweak her own nipple.
He ignored her, unable to look away from her hand on her breast. “More,” he growled, content to just watch.
“Xee!” she moaned, her other hand travelling slowly down her stomach to dip into the heat between her legs. “Please.”
Xander moved too fast for her eyes to track. She heard a rip, and then he was standing before her gloriously naked, the tattoos she was fascinated with wrapping around both his powerful thighs. She moved her fingers faster, her orgasm so close she could almost taste the release.
Just as she was about to peak, her head thrown back into the mattress, Xander gripped her wrist. She cried out, trying to press her thighs together but he suddenly yanked her further down the bed, stepping between her legs to keep them open.
She couldn’t wait, not with the anticipation strung so tight between them. “Now!” She needed skin to skin, needed to feel his pulse against her palms, his breath against her skin.
She needed to feel alive.
Xander hooked her knees over his hips, opening her further to him until she felt the blunt head of his cock at her entrance. She trembled in anticipation, but he didn’t thrust. Kyra tried to pull him to her, but he just chuckled as he bent over her body, his teeth finding her nipple at the same time his finger circled her clit.
Her back bowed, his cock sinking a little further inside, stretching her just enough for her to whimper, to beg as the nerve endings exploded like lightning. “Xander!” she cried, the sensations too much, her hips moving as his teeth and tongue tormented her breast, and fingers teased her sensitive nerves. “I…”
Xander sunk into her body with one thrust, his finger finally adding the pressure she needed. The orgasm caught her by surprise, her moan of pleasure swallowed by his lips as he stretched her to the point of delicious pain. He held her still as she tried to shift her hips, take him deeper.
“Xander!”
A mischievous smile, pausing for a few seconds longer until she was ready to burn him from the inside out. He held her gaze, making sure she was with him the whole time as he pulled back, and then slowly, so slowly pushed inside her again.
She had had enough, her core molten as she scored her nails down his back. “Now, Xee! Or else!” She wasn’t sure herself on the threat, not when he looked at her with such a sexually charged hunger.
His chuckle was dark before his hand clamped down on her hip, keeping her in place as he pulled out only to nudge at her opening once more. He thrust himself hard to the hilt, pushing his hips at such a speed she saw stars. And still, he held her gaze. Watched her as she took every inch of him, watched as she broke apart into a million pieces for the second time in a matter of minutes.
She pulled him down, her lips tasting his as he exhaled a groan, and finished alongside her.
