Still avoiding his gaze, I slipped my fingers into his, allowing him to pull me to my feet. His strong grip found my hips then tightened, sending jolts of heat straight to my sex. I kept my focus steady on his broad, muscular pecs, marveling at how insanely good he smelled. I don’t think I could even imagine him wearing a shirt at this point. My fingers itched to trace the numerous scar lines branded in his flesh.
Xander guided me backward, forcing my feet to shuffle in compliance until my back hit the bars of his cage.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my words coming out breathy. I still couldn’t look him in the eye.
Then he encircled my wrists, pulling them up and over my head, guiding me to hold onto the bars. The move caused my chest to push out, my full breasts meeting the warmth of his hard body
His hands slithered down my arms, as his lips evened up to my ear. “I’m going to kiss you, Miranda.”
“O-okay.” I stuttered. I actually fucking stuttered. Every nerve ending was screaming for him to do it.
Touch me. Make me lose my mind. Kiss me until I can’t think. I don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to be responsible anymore.
My eyes fluttered closed as his mouth hovered over mine. Fuck, why did he smell so delicious? The heat of his breath against my overly sensitive lips sent my anticipation through the roof and I couldn’t even try to suppress the full body shiver.
Though I didn’t open my eyes I felt him smile at that.
Lips brushed against mine. The pressure was so delicate, so teasing, causing the flutters in my stomach to morph into a hoard of butterflies on speed.
How was he so in control? The one time I wanted him to lose control and push my limits, he doesn’t even open his mouth to slip me tongue. I’m frustrated and suddenly insulted.
I started to drop my hands but his shot back up, forcing me to hold the bars again.
“No, no,” he chided in a low voice. “This ismykiss. I’m going to take it how I want it, sweetheart.”
The sharp command in his voice belied the tenderness in which he continued to kiss me. Anytime I tried to open my mouth or press in deeper, he pulled back. At last, a frustrated growl escaped my throat.
He chuckled darkly. “I may be a beast Miranda, but look how in control I am right now? It’s all because of you. Any other time I would be out of my mind, half feral, trying to rip your clothes off and bury myself into your sweet heat. Fucking you within an inch of your life until you beg me to give you a break to recover.”
My breath caught and my lower lips were instantly soaked. I hate that he voiced what I wanted. It’s what I’d secretly been hoping for, and I was trying to keep it a secret even from myself.
Shame burned up the heat of my arousal and I moved to push past him. Fuck swordplay today. I’m going to kill him and go.
I’m pushed back, my ass and back slam against the bars but not so hard that it really hurts.
“What did I say?” Xander warned. “I get my kiss the wayIwant it, and I’m not done collecting on my winnings.”
I opened my mouth to say something scathing, but before the words could even form in my mind, he grabbed under my thighs and hauled me up so hard and fast, I was shocked to find I’d blinked and my legs rest on his shoulders, my hands now gripping the bars behind me for balance.
For the first time since starting the second round of our stupid game, I meet his eye. Xander’s hands gripped my thighs as he gazes up at me with his devastating sapphire eyes.
“W-what are you doing?” I stuttered again, feeling completely off balance emotionally and physically perched on Xander.
“I’m still claiming my kiss.” He smirked wickedly up at me, never breaking eye contact as he leaned in and laid a kiss right on my center.
I sucked in a breath so fast my head spun. The intimate touch nearly fucking sent me.
Self-consciousness was a brief thought as I knew he must realize my wetness already gathered where he could feel it, taste it. But then even more moisture shot down to soak through the center of my leggings.
Xander’s hands tightened on my thighs.
His words came out careful and low. “I won that one, sweetheart. But I think…” he licked his lips, reminding me of a hungry jungle cat. “I think you want me to kiss you a second time.”
He was sin. The literal incarnation of sin and temptation. Yet my pride fought for dominance over it. It muscled and punched at what he was offering, wanting to order him to put me down so I could march out of here, indignant and independent of his affect.
“Yes,” I whispered, even as terror warred with my desire.
Xander’s smile turned dark with satisfaction. “Wish granted.” Then he pushed his lips to my center again. The pressure was more insistent as he opened his mouth and let his tongue swipe up my cleft through my thin leggings.
