Fun side of being bad? Now that was curious. “I’d like to see more of that fun side.”
I had some ideas, and I was determined to find out if I was right. After all, if I was going to be here for a while, I wanted to at least enjoy it, and Xander was hot as hell, and a girl was full of itches to scratch.
Xander smirked before leaning forward until his lips brushed my right ear. “Are you sure you can take it?” he whispered before gently biting my earlobe.
My breath caught in my throat at the light scrape of his fangs on my skin. Was I sure I could take it? He was a freaking vampiric half-faerie who loved pain.CouldI handle it?
He excited me, and my curiosity was strong. I just didn’t know if Xander had an off button. Would he understand the words stop or no? Would he hear me? If I walked through that door with him, would I be able to leave?
Sensing my hesitancy, Xander pulled back and searched my eyes. There was a surprising vulnerability there with the underlying desire. He wanted me, but he was nervous I would reject him. My heart twinged at that reaction. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me. I may seem a bit crazy, and I am, but this would be no fun for me if you don’t enjoy it,” he stated. “I want you screaming my name while you come.”
I laughed just as he ground down on me. I could feel that he was already hard, his length brushing along my covered opening. My laughter died down to a soft moan at the electric contact, and I squeezed my thighs around him.
His eyes fluttered, nostrils flaring. “I can already smell how turned on you are. Fucking lovely. I’ll take that as a yes.” He leaned in and flicked his tongue over my lips before kissing me.
My whole body was floating on clouds. The feel of his mouth on mine had an invisible link right to my core that pulled at me. His lips were cool, tongue gliding over mine, sending tingles through me. I wanted more of him. The taste of him was like mint on my tongue. I ran my hands up his sculpted back, practically panting for him. My mouth explored his, pressing harder as if that would give me more.
Sharp pain nipped at my tongue, and I quickly realized I had cut myself on his fang in my zealous kissing. I pulled back, but Xander quickly pressed me to his hard chest. His tongue covered my own, dancing over and around it, and his healing fae magic soon sent a warmth over my mouth that snaked its way down my clit. I cried in pleasure into his mouth, losing my mind at the feel of him over me. We were so close now, and I just wanted my clothes off. I needed to feel his hot, smooth skin on my own.
He moved back, looking me over with a heat in his silver eyes that seemed to illuminate. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, not wanting him to retreat.
He gave a shuddering sigh, tilting his head back. “Good. Your blood tastes so damn sweet, darling.”
My nipples hardened, the sight of him so enraptured was turning me all the way on. I was just on the verge of giving him whatever he wanted for the promise that he would devour me, fill me, ignite me. “I’ve never heard of a blood fae before.”
He looked down at me, head still tilted back slightly. And that gaze almost set me on fire. “There are more of us than you think, but you wouldn’t know the difference. Unlike vampires, I use the blood to give me power. I don’t need it to eat. I could survive without it; I would just be weak.”
I was going to do this. I was going to let this man bite me. I needed to feel him in me in any and every way. I turned my neck to the side, baring my flesh to him. “Care for something sweet?”
He raised a brow, considering me. He was probably deciding if I was for real. “Ah, you temptress. I really do like you.” He licked my neck in one slow movement, sending small quakes through my body. “But I know a more fun place to sink my teeth.”
I turned to him, scrunching my face in confusion.
He moved off me, much to my disappointment. “Pants and top must come off.”
I pointed at him. “Yours too.”
He snapped his fingers, and his clothes just poofed away. He was left with only what appeared to be black underwear, very similar to briefs. I wanted to drool. I might have. His body was incredible.
His chest was broad and defined. His arms were corded in muscle, and I trailed down past his waist and that impressive member to gaze at his sculpted thighs, which looked like someone had carved them out of stone. He was at top physique. The only thing marring his perfection were several scars over his chest, arms, and legs. They didn’t detract from his sexiness, and, in fact, I found them hot. Every scar probably had a story. He was a soldier, and he had lived a hard life. I could in no way expect him to come out soft. I hoped he didn’t expect that of me.
He looked down at his body and then back at me, his eyes somehow darkening. Was he concerned that I was staring at his scars and judging him? The fae were image-conscious people. They used glamour to cover themselves more than vampires. Xander had not.
“Do the scars bother you?” he asked, his voice unusually tense.
I moved up on my knees and then bent forward, dragging my tongue in an especially slow pace over a long, jagged scar on the right side of his torso next to the exquisite V shape at his hip. He let in a sharp breath, and before I could actually respond, I was on my back again. He yanked my leggings off in one quick move, and I pulled my shirt over my head and got rid of my bra, afraid he would tear them off.
He winked at me in response, confirming my suspicion. My body was nowhere as defined as his. I kept somewhat in shape through working out, but my diet wasn’t that great since I had a major sweet tooth–I did run a bakery and ice cream shop. Therefore, I was more soft than hard, but my jiggle and dimples never bothered me. If he didn’t like my full hips and thighs and soft belly, too bad.
He spread my legs apart and knelt in between them. His eyes were a mix of lust and playfulness as he stared at my body, taking his own sweet time. He bit his lower lip, and damn if he didn’t actually get harder right before my eyes. Guess, he liked what he saw. Oh, yeah.
“I’m giving you two choices, pretty lady.” He ran a finger up my left thigh, and I quivered in response. “These magnificent thighs.” He reached under me and roughly squeezed my ass, which I liked very much. My pussy was already rocking on high vibrations. My panties were the only thing holding back the flood. “Or this spectacular ass.”
I looked up at the ceiling, trying to decide which bite might feel better. Would it hurt? Vampire bites could be pleasurable with magic. How did I know? Mind your business. Maybe fae also used magic with their bites. I did know that the inner thigh had a lot more nerves, so I’d feel it more, and if it hurt, it might not be so fun.
He began to stroke himself through those black underwear, and I just wanted to rip them off him and jump his bones. My horniness was making me feel high. “If you don’t answer now, I’m going to bite both and those voluptuous breasts of yours. Gods, you’re beautiful.”
