Page 15 of Crave You

He turns and walks away, and this time I follow him back to the bottom of the stairs and I swallow hard when he starts to climb them. Still, I follow, and it occurs to me that not once has Zander looked back to see if I’m behind him. He’s so confident it is pure arrogance. It should be irritating. It kind of is, but fuck me is it hot.

He reaches the top of the stairs and opens a door. He steps into the room and while he is out of sight for a second, the spell disappears, and I start to wonder if I should just go back down to the party. I don’t though. I follow him into the room.

When I see the room Zander has brought me to, I am half-relieved and half-disappointed that it is another lounge and not his bedroom. I think the disappointment must show on my face because Zander smirks at me, his amusement clear to see. I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but I don’t say anything. My mouth has gone dry, and I don’t think I would be able to speak even if I wanted to.

I don’t know how it happens, but in one sleek movement, Zander manages to close the door to the lounge and press me up against it. He has my arms above my head, and both of my wrists in one of his hands.

“What the fuck?” I say. “Let go of me.”

I try to pull my hands away, but Zander is too strong for me. He laughs softly. He’s so close I feel his breath on my face and then I feel a rough warmth as he runs his tongue over my lips.

There is no denying my body wants Zander. An ache builds between my legs and I feel as though he must be able to smell my desire. My nipples are rock hard and my whole body craves his touch. In my mind though, I know this isn’t right. I tell myself I don’t want to do this. I can’t afford to get involved with anyone on what is day one of my new college life.

I turn my head to the side to avoid Zander’s licking and he smirks and follows my mouth with his own. The moment Zander clamps his lips around mine, I bite down on his lower lip without thinking. He pulls away and I’m afraid that he is going to hurt me, but instead, he smiles.

“You shouldn’t have done that Leona,” he says, and a shiver of need runs down my spine at the way my name sounds on his tongue. “It turns me on when you fight me.”

He leans down to kiss me again, harder, raw and demanding. I’m unable to hold back a gasp of pain when this time he bites down on my lip, drawing a small bead of blood. For a second he just stares at me, and with a satisfied smile he licks the blood down. It shouldn’t make me almost moan, but it does. I’m so aroused it’s embarrassing and I’m confused as hell.

His hand goes beneath my dress, up between my thighs.

“No,” I say.

His fingers graze over my panties, lightly tickling my lips through them. My body betrays me, my juices soaking my panties at his touch. He smiles his humorless smile again. It’s a wolfish smile, opening its mouth to swallow me whole.

“Your head might be saying no, but your body is saying yes — and it’s your body I’m interested in,” Zander says.

A thrill of fear goes through me, but it’s laced with desire. The primal need to be possessed by another, which hides inside of me, has been awoken. I want this so badly it hurts.

“No,” I say again, refusing to be a slave to his desires or indeed my own.

He looks me in the eye as he pushes my panties to one side and slips two of his fingers into my pussy. His thumb finds my clit.

“I can’t hear you,” he says, his fingers teasing me.

I swallow, trying to ignore the effect his touch is having on me. I have to get away from him before the wolf eats me alive.

“Don’t,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t what?” he asks, his voice tinged with amusement.

I open my mouth to tell him no again, to tell him to get off me and leave me alone, but his fingers are moving in and out of me and his thumb circling around my clit. My pussy clenches, sending pleasure fizzing through me. A sensation I've never experienced before.

“Don’t what?” he says again, his mouth on my ear.

I lean into him, my forehead resting on his shoulder as pleasure bubbles through my body.

“Don’t stop,” I hear myself say.

He doesn’t. His fingers work me, another one slipping into me, stretching me. The sting of being stretched makes me gasp, but at the same time it feels delicious; the pain mixing with the pleasure. His thumb keeps on working my clit side to side and it feels as though all the nerve endings there are on fire.

“Zander,” I groan.

“That’s it,” he growls, working me harder.

I hear myself whimpering as the pleasure The feeling becomes almost too much for me, and then my climax slams through my body. Heat covers my face, and I press my face into the nape of his neck and gasp in a breath.

Finally, he pulls his hand away from me, leaving me reeling. He releases my wrists, but before I can do more than start to bring my arms down, he grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me off the door.

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