Page 164 of Her Tortured Beasts

In one smooth movement, Xander sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. I step backward to give him room, but he shakes his head and reaches for me—before his hand drops. “Touch me, Aurelia.” His voice is haggard, a beast at the end of his patience. Yet he holds on…for me. “Please.”

And because I do want to, because that urge in his voice triggers some long-lost instinct in me, I raise a hand and, stepping between his legs, I let my fingers brush along the dark stubble of his jaw. It’s deliciously rough against my fingertips, and his massive chest expands with stuttered breath.

Xander closes his eyes. I lean into his face, experimenting with the feeling of being so close to him.

“You can give me one kiss,” I murmur. His eyes snap open, but I warn, “Just one, and that’s it.”

His hands clench on his knees. “Just one.”

I can smell the soap on his skin. Xander closes the distance between us and brushes his lips along mine. “You’ll grant me just the one?” he murmurs against me.

“Yes,” I whisper across his mouth.

Steam exhales from his nose, fluttering around me like a smoky cloud. “You really know how to test a beast,” he growls before crushing his mouth against my own, forcing my lips open, devouring me whole. I make a startled sound but don’t back away, gripping on his face and meeting his energy with my own.

I raise my left knee and place it around his hip and onto the bed, intending to straddle him, but when I raise my right, it’s stiff and sore. I pull away, reaching down for it—until I see Xander’s trembling clenched fist still on his knee.

He really won’t touch me until I tell him to. In the back of my mind I understand what he’s doing. That he’s giving me complete power. Showing me what it’s like to…command a dragon.

I straighten and meet his gaze. “Help me lift my leg, Xander.”

His eyes flash with pleasure and he reaches around my knee and gently positions me. Pressed against him, I see it when he remembers I’m not wearing any underwear. His hand clenches around my thigh.

“Touch me here.” I brush my neck with my finger, trailing down between my breasts.

Xander seems to stop breathing as he brushes my neck with his own fingertips, his soft touch trailing down and leaving shivers in its wake.

“Lie down,” I instruct.

He lifts me a little with his telekinesis, swings his legs up onto the bed and lies down. I watch his hard abs tense as he adjusts himself, his unbound hair splayed out around him like a halo of black.

“You can hold me here.” I indicate to my hips, lifting my chemise a little.

He grabs me so fast that I have to steady myself for a second, his hands hot against the bare skin of my hips.

But then I hesitate.

“I want to be inside of you, Aurelia,” he whispers. “I’ve needed it for ages now, and it’s been killing me to watchthemhave you and not… I’ve been hiding my hard cock all week.”

And I’ve been purposely making it worse.

I lean forward, lifting my ass up and reaching behind me to grab the base of his cock. My hand hits metal, reminding me of the ring. I have to lean forward more than I usually have to, but when his wet head hits my soaked entrance, Xander lets out a feral sort of sound. His entire body tenses but doesn’t move.

Looking down at him, I rub his head against my entrance. “Do you like it when I do that?”

“Yes. Oh Goddess, yes,” Xander grits out.

“Do you want more?” I ask, fascinated, squeezing the base of him.

“Please. Yes.” His hands are clenching my hips, supporting me but telling me he’s struggling.

I nudge his head into me.

“Fuck, are you wet for me?” he pants. “You’re soaking.”

“No,” I say ever so slowly, easing him in a little further.

“Ah gods, don’t fucking lie to me, Aurelia. Not now.” His voice cracks and I take mercy on him, sitting back on his cock, easing it into me and breathing hard as I accustom myself to his girth.

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