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“I will,” I lie and she shrugs, firing a smile.
“Then guess who doesn’t have to struggle with controlling himself?” She pokes me in the chest.” You!” She smiles, shaking her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Relief. Pure male relief and I clasp her neck, groaning, “Kiss me.”
6.
Kenna
The kiss causes fireworks to go off in me, my breaths turning into moans when our tongues entwine and prickles erupt all the way from my head down to my toes. My mind swims from being held to his chest, his temperature that always seems to be so much warmer than mine, coating me until I’m red hot. He laps at me and twisting waves of arousal, make me feel like I’m a cloth being wrung by male, ruthless hands that are out to get every last drop.
We both struggle to catch our breaths, Xerxes groaning so loud that it makes me buzz. His fists grip my hair with a possessiveness that’s borderline too much to take and I pant, craving more of his mouth and his touch.
“You’re an adoration, woman,” he rasps between his groans, “got me harder than steel.” He grabs my hand, putting it on his crotch and shoves into it and I cry out in shock. Is that the size of him? That explains why he’s always wearing robes. Regular pants just wouldn’t be able to hidethat. “Touch it,” he moans, “you’ll soon be taking it between your legs.”
I’ll soon be taking steel between my legs? I gulp. That sounds...comfortable. Not that I’m complaining. I want to be on that thing, bounce on it long and hard until I grow faint, until I deplete myself and I bathe in his magnificence. He’s a bronze divinity and he makes me forget every man I’ve ever crossed in the street, every boy I went to school with...he erases all males and there’s only him. I gulp, squirming and my body fills with the kind of heat not even the desert can make me feel.
My cheeks flame and I’m pretty sure I’m doing it wrong but I explore the swelling on top of Xerxes’s pants and whatever I’m doing, he seems to be enjoying because he bends his head back and groans with fluttering lids.
I want to please him so much until I’m the only thing always on his mind. The one who satiates him, the one who gives him everything he needs. He murmurs words of praise, facing me with warm eyes and then I feel his lips on me again, his tongue sliding like a serpent, exotically and heatedly until electricity nearly electrocutes me and loudly panting, we fall on his bed.
And then, I hear the words Xerxes confidant told me, in the back of my head. That Xerxes would be cruel, that I would cry....and I swallow.
“Wait,” I gasp, climbing on top of Xerxes and he looks up at me with a dazed focus in his eyes.
“I’d rather not,” he grits.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” I insist, “about your men.”
From looking impatient, he switches to jealous in an instant and he clasps my upper arms with ownership. “Do you have feelings for any of them?” he grinds and I gawk as possessiveness darkens his eyes. “Which one of them is it?”
He shoots out with his hand, grabbing a dagger from the drawer of his bedside table and I squeak.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll gut the fucker. And have you watch until you learn what I do to any men you feel anything for.” He sneers. “Or maybe I’ll just gut them all to make sure you never look at another man other than me.”
He moves to rise when I push him down. “Xerxes!” I squeal. “Drop that weapon now. You don’t need to be jealous of anyone.” I clasp his frenzied face. “I only want you.” I stroke his cheek until he calms down and he finally lets go of the weapon but he’s still tense.
“Then what is it?” he grits and I take a deep breath.
“I wanted to warn you that’s all,” I murmur. “I don’t think your right hand man has your best interest at heart.”
“Djoser?” Xerxes says with raised brows and I nod.
“He’s kinda bloodcurdling and the way he looks at you, is just so...creepy.” Xerxes mouth twitches and I scowl. “You’re the only one who doesn’t notice it but he just seems so possessive of you...”
Xerxes bursts out into laughter and I smack him in the chest. “I’m serious!” I say when he laughs louder. “I’m an exploring reporter and I can tell when something’s up...”
His laughter dies off and he watches me with eyes stirring with emotions.
“You’re sweet for worrying,” Xerxes grins. “But I don’t want you to worry about Djoser. Your attentions belong to me.” He clasps my hands and pulls them down his chest and just like that my mind goes blank. He’s so hard underneath his robes, not an ounce of fat on his body and it makes me lick my lips in hunger. My breathing fills the tent when he moves his hand up to stroke my belly. He does that a lot but I love it when he does it because the expression in his eyes always changes, switching to stubborn focus as if he has to perform and will smash any blockage in the way. It makes me all rickety...lightheaded and I can’t think of any time, I’ve seen a male watching a female that way.
Maybe because it’s a look saved only for intimate moments and I want to take him deep within, squeeze him, wring him dry and I turn so hot, I almost start fanning myself.
“Do you take anything?” Xerxes asks in a low voice, “a drink, or do you ingest certain herbs...”
“Huh?” I ask, crestfallen as I have no idea what he’s talking about and he presses his lips.
