Page 141 of King of Ruin

She never finished.

His hand slid into her hair, his fingers tangling firmly in the silky strands before he pulled her toward him.

His mouth crashed onto hers.

The kiss was fierce, fueled by an animalistic rage that consumed him. Each breath he took shook his body, tense and burning with fury at her words. His heart pounded in his chest, loud enough that he feared she could hear it, yet he couldn’t stop his lips from moving against hers, kissing her like a man starved of something he couldn’t articulate.

Elise let out a startled gasp as Xavier lifted her effortlessly, as though she weighed nothing at all, and set her down on the edge of the study desk. One arm slipped behind her head, his hand cradling it protectively as he held her close, leaving her with no room to pull away. His other hand settled firmly around her waist, drawing her against him until there wasn't a breath of space between them.

Her fingers instinctively curled into the front of his shirt, clutching the fabric as her breathing turned uneven. Every restrained emotion he had bottled up seemed to pour into the way he held her, surrounding her with an intensity that left her heart racing.

His mouth slid down to her throat, trailing from her lips to her neck, then further down. His tongue danced along the base of her throat, teasingly gliding down to her collarbone before sweeping back up, igniting shivers that coursed through her. A soft moan escaped her lips, pleasure overwhelming her senses, making it hard to breathe. Yet he was far from satisfied; his hungry mouth swept back up from her neck to her ear, where he bit her earlobe gently.

“Xavier,” she whimpered, flinching at the sharpness of the bite, but his tongue soothed the sting almost immediately. His taste filled her senses as he gripped the hem of her dress, yanking it over her head and leaving her clad only in delicate black lace braand panties. The cold air kissed her skin, sending a shiver racing through her, her breath hitching in response.

He gazed down at her body, hunger blazing in his eyes, his expression dark and intense. Then his hand shifted, gripping her throat gently yet firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her troubled eyes locked onto his, the anger still simmering beneath the surface. His fingers deftly moved to her back, unclasping her bra with a swift motion, tossing it carelessly to the ground.

He then pulled the tie from around his neck, his hands capturing both of hers. The silk slid around her neck, wrapping snugly before descending to her wrists at the back. He tied the tie securely, tilting her head back, leaving her body open and vulnerable on the table. Her neck arched back, his tie binding her wrists, rendering her upper body immobile.

With a firm grip on her jaw, he tilted her face upward, exposing her neckline to his ravenous gaze. His eyes burned down every inch of her skin, and in the next instant, his mouth was on her, devouring her with fervor. His teeth and lips explored her, trailing wet kisses down her throat, leaving a path of saliva as he licked and sucked hungrily. His hand grasped her breast, giving it a light squeeze, igniting another wave of tremors through her body.

Just as he had lunged at her with ravenous intent, he suddenly broke away, stepping back and leaving her gasping for air, confusion swirling in her mind.

Chapter 15

Her skin tingled, a burning heat radiating from where he had touched her, while he stood there, seemingly unfazed, as if nothing had happened at all.

Elise blinked in surprise, his greedy eyes hungrily fixed on her breasts shamelessly, devoid of any intention to look away.

His voice emerged, rough and filled with desire, “I want a taste.”

Her body trembled at his words, and the intensity of his gaze made her throat dry. She swallowed hard, rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Then he stepped forward again, his hands darting toward her, pinching her nipple with a suddenness that made her gasp in pain.

“Ah!” A soft whimper escaped her lips at the sharp sting.

Xavier slowly ran his tongue over his lips, his gaze fixed on her as though he couldn't look away. His eyes traveled over her exposed form with a raw, consuming hunger, his breathing turning heavier as he silently drank in the sight before him. His throat bobbed with a hard swallow, as if simply looking at her wasn't enough.

After a long moment, he finally tore his gaze away.

With one smooth movement, he stepped forward and gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly off the edge of the table before setting her gently back onto her feet. She stood before him, vulnerable and breathless, while he towered over her, his broad frame surrounding her completely. The intensity in his dark eyes only deepened, every rigid line of his body betraying the fierce desire simmering beneath his restrained expression.

Then, in a low, rough voice that left no room for argument, he gave a single command.

“Get down on your knees.”

Elise’s eyes widened in surprise, flickering up to meet his as he unbuckled his pants, pulling down the zipper. A mix of fear and anticipation coursed through her veins.

Complying with his demand, she sank to her knees, positioning herself before him. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, and his hand slid into her hair, fingers tangling at the back of her head, gripping it tightly.

In the next heartbeat, he pulled her close, her eyes darting up to his as he held his girth in a fist, thick and veiny.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, his voice low and gravelly, carrying a dangerous edge she had never encountered before.

Elise obeyed, parting her lips, and he slid the tip of his rod into her mouth, the wetness enveloping him immediately. He wasted no time, grasping her head and guiding her movements to please himself. His thick shaft glided in and out of her mouth, her hands bound behind her, completely at his mercy.

The sensation of him slipping in and out of her warm, wet mouth was intoxicating, and he swelled within minutes, each thrust eliciting a growl from deep within him.