fourth wing xadens pov

chapter 28

Chapter 28: Strike

I tense up against her. It feels like it’s the very first time her lips are on mine. This is nothing like outside the citadel or on the rooftop of Montserrat. This is her kissing me and I don’t want it to ever stop.

“It’s always a shit day around here. And it’s not taking advantage when I’m asking –“ her teeth nip at my lips – “correction, begging you to make my day better.”

“Violet,” I say, trying to explain but I don’t have the words. I can’t tell her why I need to stop this without telling her everything. Her hand is still threaded in my hair, holding me in place just inches above her.

“I don’t want to think, Xaden.” She looks straight at me in a challenge, her eyes sparking. “I just want to feel.” She releases me and undoes her hair, raking her fingers through so the silvery strands tumble around her face. She looks at me like she trusts me, stripping away the last wall between us. It breaks something in me.

“Fuck me, this hair,” I say, moving my mouth back over hers. “And this mouth. All I ever want to do is kiss you, even when you piss me off.”

“So kiss me.”

“Xaden.”

She’s never said my name like that before; it feels like silk running along my skin. Fuck, I would do anything for her to say my name like that again. But she reaches for me, tearing at my shirt. I pull through the buttons and her hands are on my chest before the shirt even hits the floor. Everywhere she touches, it seems to spark, a trail of heat and fire following her fingers.

“I need you now,” she gasps as she reaches for the buttons on my pants.

It’s the only invitation I need to get them off. “You know what you’re saying?” I’m already helping her undo them.

She pushes the pants down my hips and reaches for my cock. Her hands run all over the length of me, stroking and squeezing. Fuck, I could come just from her touching me like this.

“I’m asking you to fuck me,” she says, arching up to kiss me.

I groan against her lips, the urgent need in her voice fuelling my burning need to be inside her. I pull her towards me, until her hips are near the edge of the desk and work her underwear down her legs.

“I take the fertility suppressant,” she blurts out. I wasn’t even thinking about it. That she managed to think the sensible thing makes me wonder if she’s really come undone yet at all.

“Same,” I say breathlessly. I lift her hips slightly but she’s so wet and the angle is wrong, all I do is slide up across her clit. She gasps from the contact, and I find myself staring into her eyes. Every bit of need I feel is mirrored right back at me in her gaze. She reaches between us to guide my cock inside her, but we can’t find the angle that works.

“Fucking desk,” I mutter and then I lift her up and carry her, trying to find a wall. Her hands fist into my hair and she brings her mouth back down on mine, our tongues sliding together in a ravenous kiss. I can’t see shit, but I wouldn’t stop kissing her if the world was on fire. Her back hits something. The armoire. Fuck, not exactly what I had in mind.

“Shit. Are you all right?” I ask, pulling back from the kiss to search her eyes.

“I’m fine. You won’t break me.”