“No,” I ground out, pulling on the hair at the back of his hair.
“You want me to stop?” he asked, his pace slowed.
“No,” I practically yelled.
His pace picked up again, the friction faster and hotter than before. My brain went fuzzy as I screamed incoherently, still fighting the building pressure every step of the way.
I chanted curses, pulling at the hair at the base of his skull.
“You are fucking driving me crazy,” he growled.
“You were already crazy,” I shot back, barely able to keep my eyes open as he slammed his rock-hard monster cock into me over and over again.
“Give in, sweetheart. Give it to me.”
“No,” I insisted again. We were fucking and still fighting. He wanted me to give him all of me, unrestrained, but it was too scary. I’d given enough ground. I refused to give any more.
“You want to, I know you do,” he gritted through his teeth. My ass bounced off the wall as he pistoned in me. Sweat covered both of us. Pressure built in me, pushing me to heights I’d never known.
And I did. Part of me desperately did, but it wasn’t my nature anymore. My nature was to hold things in. It kept me safe. And alone. Alone was safe.
I could stay safe if I kept everything inside.
Suddenly he stopped. I blinked, aware my thoughts had manifested in my facial expression. I must look fucking pitiful.
I couldn’t allow myself to let go or give in, even though I balanced on the edge of the most tremendous orgasm of my life. How many times in one night could I want to cry? I never felt like crying. Not at cute commercials or touching movies. But a damn had cracked inside me.
His fingers cupped my jawline, his thumb brushing against my cheek.
“No one has to know.”
Whatever reaction happened on my face, he gave a curt nod too. Like he knew what I was feeling, even when I didn’t.
Then he slammed back into me over and over, licking up my neck, fondling my breast and whispering in my ear. “No one has to know.”
A wire tripped in my brain as the fight I’d been waging for so long turned on me. Fuck. I realized I’d only made my release ten times more intense, as it built up relative to the fight I gave it. I was suddenly at the top of the highest rollercoaster, locked in, and the clicking to the top had stopped. There was no way to go but down.
I broke into bone wrenching shudders, screaming bloody murder as I bucked and keened on Xander’s hard dick. Everything came down to the chaos of pleasure exploding in my body.
I don’t know when he moved us, but I blinked and found myself lying flat on the ground, still coming uncontrollably. He drove into me, somehow pushing my release even higher. My legs wrapped around his waist, trying to find purchase, as my mind shot out of my body like a cannon. I was still screaming even as he pumped into me with a roar that shook the bars. The lights flickered and then exploded in a wash of sparks.
His warmth flooded my insides. A flash of panic about protection flashed across my mind before I remembered I was on the pill to manage my period better. And supposedly he hadn’t gotten action in thousands of years.
The gentle rocking of his hips on my mind wiped away the worries as aftershock shivers rushed through me again and again until my body was spent and boneless under his.
Leaning over me, his hair hung in his eyes but there was something soft at the center of his ferocity now. “You are the most gorgeous,impossiblecreature I have ever beheld.”
The tenderness was too much. It struck me under my ribs and I had to turn my head away.
Out of my periphery, I watched his lips tighten, brows furrowing as if he were in pain. Then he smoothed his expression, his demeanor turning impassive. Xander got up, helping me back to my feet. As soon as he left my body, I felt clearer about things. I could think again. For better or worse.
Cold reality closed in around me. My entire body was numb as I walked over to my discarded jacket and pulled out Bob.
“No, please no Miranda,” the sword begged me. “You don’t have to do this. We don’t have to. Not with the blood and the death. You like him. It’s okay not to kill him. We can both be happy.”
The lump in my throat was immovable as was my mind. Whereas last night I’d struck Xander in a knee-jerk reaction to my shame, this was cold and calculated.
Xander looked at me in disbelief from under the hair that had fallen in his eyes. “What? No pillow talk?” He let out a dark laugh but there was no humor in it.
