Black Sapphire | Xaden Riorson | S/H

! XLII !

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     His body goes rigid for two precious moments before his hands fly to my shoulders. He spins us fast, blurring my vision and pushing my back into the door with gentle force. His head follows mine as it rests back, his forehead pressed against mine.
     His right hand swipes my hands from his chest and stashes them loosely above my head.
     "(N/N)," he groans against my mouth, his lips brushing against mine. There's a silent plea nestled in his tone that makes my eyes flutter closed momentarily. "This isn't what you want."
     "No," I breathe quietly. I twist my head and press my lips into his once more but he pulls his head away too soon. "I need it. You said to do whatever I needed." He shakes his head just a bit and closes his eyes. I can see the restraint he's trying desperately to keep ahold of.

     I arch my back, pushing my hips forward. My thighs press into his and his eyes wrangle themselves open again, staring at me. There's a war in them, as fierce and consequential as the one outside entirely because of their relationship. And yet, at this moment, I can't find the mind to care.
     He leans back down slowly, hovering his mouth too close to calm me but too far to take.
     "And I'm telling you that I'm the last thing you need." His voice rumbles down my throat and into my chest, burning my skin.
     "Are you suggesting someone else?" I quip. His eyes narrow just slightly but his head lowers like that thought alone will make him trap me here all night.
     "Fuck no." I grin, pleased by the obvious jealousy leaking through. He huffs out a breath and pushes his hips forward, pinning me back by my lower stomach into the door.

     It's there, a crack in that well-kept control of his. It's teetering on the verge of an explosion. I don't care how much this burns me later, I'm too excited to push him away.
     "Good," I hum. I lean my head up, pulling at his lip and pressing my canine into it just until it starts to resist. His breath heaves as I drag my teeth across his skin, then hover my lips just before his so he can feel them. "Because I only want you, Xaden."

     Explosion.

     His mouth slams back into mine but I don't care. His hand presses harder on my wrists that sink into a groove on the door. His tongue slides against mine. He reaches down and hauls me against him by my hips, snaking his long arm under my ass and dragging me up. My back scrapes the door and my chest runs across his.
     I pull my legs around him, feeling the short dress bunch up to lazily drape off the top of my thighs. My ankles lock around his waist and I use every muscle in them to yank him toward me. He still keeps my hands pinned, somehow managing to hold my entire body with only the one arm at the perfect height to consume me.
     I am, utterly, consumed. Nothing exists but the prince with his mouth on mine. In this moment, he's all mine. Mine.
     He flicks his wrist and the sizzle of a ward lights against my back, but it's hardly noticeable in comparison to static filling my entire body.