Page 74 of Run From Me

Heat spread through my belly as I watched his eyes do that crazy darkness thing, so I kept talking. I wanted to push him.

“The one that Zeiden shot? He was the one that forced me to wear it. I don’t think he actually saw me naked, probably not. But Ripple picked this out. I don’t know why I kept it. Fear that they would ask me about it? Dunno,” I said.

Xander shifted as he reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled. I lifted my arms on instinct and then fell back on the bed.

“We aren’t in public now, are we, Sparky?”

Moisture shot straight to my core.

“No, we are not. But you heard me, right? Ripple bought this for me?”

Xander started to crawl up my body, and I shivered with desire under his predatory look.

His thumbs hooked under the hem of the skirt and it bunched up like the elastic band it was.

“I heard you. Nothing would make me happier than fucking you in this dress or cutting it away like the trash that it is just so he could watch from hell and see what he could never have.”

The heat of his breath followed every kiss up my thigh. The higher he got, the more I craved him. I wanted to beg him to touch me. Beg him to make me forget tonight.

I let him have control of my body and knew that at least I’d never regret this choice.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding. No fucking panties? Do you have a death wish?” he asked between each kiss of my stomach.

I lifted my head, looking him straight in the eyes as he looked up at me.

“I did for them and look what kind of luck I had?”

I saw the darkness flash in those eyes. Was it bad that I wanted to make that part of him come out? It seemed a lot less scary than having to process just how relieved I’d been when he’d found me. Or how excited I’d been when I thought he was the one at the door.

“They died for touching you. Make no mistake, I meant it when I said no one is allowed to touch you.”

I wanted to be a feminist and argue, but when he slipped two fingers inside me and his tongue flicked over my clit, I was a goner.

“Uh-huh,” was the only sound to make it past my lips.

“Come for me, my little demon.”

His fingers thrust in and out as his tongue danced around my sensitive nub. The heat burned through me with every stroke. The invisible coil twisted tighter and tighter with every stroke. I was so close. My hands wound into the bedspread as he pushed a third finger inside me and shifted the way he stroked me. He hit that hidden little spot inside me that I swore he had a map too.

“Xander,” I cried out as he found the exact spot that had me exploding around his fingers. My pussy tightened and pulsed around them as he continued to stroke me through my orgasm.

“Xander, please.”

He moved up from between my legs.

“Please what, Calliope?”

God, when this man said my name, my body reacted in ways I didn’t even realize was a thing. Heat pulsed like it was alive within me.

“Please, give me more.”

I liked the way he kept his eyes on mine as he shifted, grabbing the hem of his shirt and ripping it over his head in onemotion. I reached for his pants, my fingers fumbling as I tried to regain use of all my limbs. I finally got the button undone and then the zipper.

“Look what you do to me.” His voice was low as he removed his pants and those tight fight shorts in one quick motion.

I don’t think I’d had the chance to really appreciate his body yet. Touch it? Know all the hard planes of it? Yes. But the tattoos? The scars? Cas wasn’t the only one that seemed to enjoy art. Xander’s body was like a canvas.

As he moved over me, the bed shifting and the heat of his body soaking into mine, all the wonder turned into need.

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