His arms wrapped around my waist automatically, and his lips moved against mine, meeting me stroke for stroke as I let myself drown in him.
It almost felt like I couldn’t stop. Like I had thrown myself off a cliff, left solid ground behind, and was falling, falling, falling endlessly. I rose up onto my tiptoes, pressing my mouth harder against his as my hands gripped his head, fingers sliding over the short strands of his curly dark hair.
He took a step back to keep from overbalancing as I pressed all my weight against him, and that movement jerked me out of the haze of desire I’d fallen into. I blinked, pulling back as I shook my head slightly. I felt breathless, almost weightless, and it was hard to get my brain to function well enough to speak.
“I’m…” I swallowed. “I’m sorry. This isn’t what I came here for. Not to have you power up my succubus magic or anything. I don’t want to weaken you.” My gaze lifted to meet his, and the haunted look in his eyes made me want to cry. I tightened my grip on him a little, trying to give as much comfort as I was taking. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. To see if you needed anything.”
Xero gazed at me unblinking for a moment, his expression unreadable. I could feel tension gathering in his body, like a snake about to strike or a storm cloud about to release a bolt of lightning. Then something in his features shifted, and he used his grip on me to haul me inside the room.
He moved so fast that my feet barely touched the floor, and as soon as the door closed, he slammed me back up against it so hard that the wood seemed to shake.
Then he devoured me.
His lips found mine in a kiss that made my head spin, and he shoved a leg between mine, pinning me against the door as he ground against me, making me ride his thigh. I could feel the bunched muscles of his thick leg, hard as steel against my clit, and I cried out into his mouth as a jolt of pleasure tore through me.
Breathing hard and fast, he pawed at me desperately, rocking into me over and over as he lifted me to straddle his leg even more fully. He was grinding hard against my clit with every movement, and the sudden assault of pleasure was too much.
I hadn’t been prepared.
And it had been far, far too long since I’d been touched by Xero.
The orgasm hit me like a speeding car, making my vision dim around the edges as I clawed at Xero’s back, crying out with naked relief.
He drew back and blinked at me, his expression desperate, almost tortured. Then he was tearing at my clothes, yanking my tunic up and over my head before shredding the seams of my leggings and tossing them aside. As soon as I was naked, he shucked his own clothes, a wild look in his eyes. Then he pinned me to the door with his body again, sliding his hands down my hips and over my ass to lift me in his arms.
His thick cock slid between my folds, big and angry and just as desperate as he was. I could practically feel a pulsing heat coming from it as he coated himself in my slick arousal, kissing and biting my lips, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks so hard bruises formed and healed in an instant.
I was pinned between him and the door, my legs wrapped around his waist, heels resting on his firm ass, and when his cock finally found my entrance, I sucked in a gasping breath, as if it might be the last one I would ever take.
Then Xero thrust inside me, and I was sure it would be.
The air was driven from my lungs just like every thought was driven from my mind. My head tipped back, slamming against the door as Xero set a punishing pace, pounding into me so hard that my bones seemed to rattle.
My mouth fell open as my eyelids began to droop shut. But I wouldn’t let them close. I watched Xero’s face as he fucked me, unable to look away from the fierceness of his expression. He had always been intense in bed, but he’d never been like this before.
Xero was usually slow and deep and careful. Nothing like this harsh, desperate fuck.
But as I gazed at his face, I understood why.
It was as if all the lingering trauma and pain of his capture, all the fear and anger he’d experienced as he waited for either death or madness to claim him, was bleeding out of him as he lost himself in me. As though he was purging his demons with every hard thrust.
And I took the pain away from him. I took his agony and absorbed it, my body turning it into pure, electric pleasure. Then I fed that pleasure back into him through the connection between us, squeezing hard around him as I held on for dear life.
When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and crushed his hips against mine, pressing into me so hard I thought we might literally take down the door. His cock pulsed inside me, over and over and over again, flooding me with hot jets of his cum. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and the feel of him between my legs, the soreness mixed with perfect pleasure, pushed me over the edge too. I tore my lips from his and bit down hard on his neck to stifle my scream of pleasure, and he roared again, slamming me back one more time.
We finally stilled, breathing hard into the little bubb
le of space around us, our sweaty skin sticking together, our limbs shaky. He’d been the one holding me up—all I had done was hold on to him—but all my muscles had tensed so much that they actually felt sore. My healing succubus power moved through me, boosting my strength and vitality, and I closed my eyes, trying to remember everything about this moment. To preserve it in my heart and mind.
He was still breathing harshly against my neck when he spoke, his voice slightly muffled.
“I didn’t really mean to do that.”
I chuckled, my heart swelling so much there didn’t seem to be room in my chest for anything else.
“I didn’t either,” I admitted. “You know I always want sex, but I didn’t want to make this about me. I really did just come here to make sure you were all right.” I pulled back a little, waiting until he lifted his head and met my gaze to continue. “But I’m not sorry.”
He smiled, a slow curve of his lips that had to be one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen.