Page 46 of Promoted To His Princess

But he didn’t want desperation now. He didn’t want fast or furious. He wanted long and slow and gentle. He wanted to make her his with purpose and intention, not through a loss of control.

He gentled the kiss, easing her. He stroked the sides of her neck and her shoulders, her skin silky and warm beneath his fingertips.

‘Xerxes.’ She shivered, pressing herself against him. ‘Please...’

‘Hush,’ he murmured against her lips. ‘Keep still for me. Keep very still.’

‘But I don’t—’

He stopped her protests with his mouth in another long, achingly sweet kiss. She shivered, trying to kiss him back, impatient and hungry. Her hands began to rove all over him, his chest and his stomach, down to the fastening of his jeans, stroking him urgently. Lightning followed in her wake, and he was hard almost instantly.

But if there was one thing he was good at, it was this: a slow and sweet seduction. And that was what she deserved. That was what she needed.

She thought he was a hero. He would be that hero for her.

He took her wrists in his and drew them behind her, holding them together in one of his hands at the small of her back. She fought him, but he was stronger and she couldn’t break his hold. Not unless she went into full combat mode.

‘Xerxes,’ she pleaded, desperate. ‘Please.’

‘Patience.’ He let the fingertips of his free hand drift to one of the ties of her dress, brushing her skin. ‘Good things come to those who wait.’

‘I don’t want to wait.’

‘I know you don’t.’ He stroked her shoulder, sliding his fingers beneath the tie, caressing her, brushing his lips over her mouth. ‘Impatient girl. But you will wait for me. Because you’re mine, Callie. Understand?’

She shook her head and he didn’t know whether it was because she didn’t understand, or because she didn’t want to be his. Either way it didn’t matter. He was going to show her what that meant right now.

He took the end of the tie in his fingers and tugged gently, undoing the bow that held one side of her dress on, the material slipping down, exposing one beautiful breast.

She gave a little moan, pulling against his grip, but he tightened his hold, kissing her, keeping it slow and gentle, sweet and hot. Then he touched her, stroking the satiny golden skin that had been revealed, letting her know with each touch what being his meant. That he would keep her, hold her, worship her.

Adore her.

The fingers around his heart closed tight, squeezing hard. Yes, he would adore her. He’d thought that the moment he’d seen her in that gown in his bedroom. Possibly even before that. Maybe even the second he’d looked at her standing by the doorway in his living room, tall and straight in her uniform. Proud and strong.

A woman a man would want to be worthy of.

And she’d made him feel worthy. Now it was his turn to repay her.

He let his fingers stroke down to the curve of her bare breast, sliding beneath it, taking the soft weight in his palm. She gasped, arching into his hand, pressing herself to him, demanding more.

But he refused to be rushed, squeezing her so gently, brushing the tips of his fingers around her nipple, feeling it harden responsively under his touch. She shivered, pulling harder against the hold he had on her. He let go of her breast and reached for the other tie, pulling that, too, so her dress came completely off.

She was naked underneath it, trembling as she tried to press her body against his, her skin hot and silky, the wild-flower scent of her underlain with the musk of her arousal.

Beautiful soldier.Hisbeautiful soldier.

He reached behind her, taking her wrists in both hands now and holding them at her back. Then he fell to his knees in front of her, ready to worship.

‘Oh,’ she whispered. ‘Oh, Xerxes. No.’

But he ignored her, leaning forward and nuzzling against her stomach, glorying in her scent, pressing hot kisses to her skin. He finally let go of her wrists and ran his fingertips up and down her sides, stroking as he kissed down to the sweet little nest of curls between her thighs.

She tried to move, but he put his hands on her hips, holding her still. ‘No,’ he murmured. ‘Just wait. Let me give you this.’

‘You shouldn’t.’ Her voice sounded thick. ‘You shouldn’t kneel to me.’

He glanced up at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and the darkening of her amber eyes. But there was distress there, too. It made that grip on his heart squeeze.

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