Page 14 of Dangerous Liaisons

She froze, the sharp pain of rejection shocking her into silence.

“This wasn’t about me. I wanted…” He captured her hand, bringing it to his mouth, and kissed her fingers softly. “I wanted to make you feel good.”

“I want you, Xavier.”

He seemed captivated by her hand in his. “Isa…”

She ripped herself free and pulled him to her again, her mouth overtaking his in a needy kiss. He stopped again as she tore her mouth free, and her hands clawed at his shirt to yank it over his head. He rose to his feet at her, pushing him with her hands, Isabella rising from the couch. She barely had time to admire the tattoos covering his chest before he grabbed a chunk of her wet strands and crushed their lips together again.

Her hands tore at the leather of his belt, yanking the strap loose. Xavier didn’t resist her shoving his jeans past his hips, and he kicked the offending fabric to the side without a glance to where it landed. His boxers followed.

Breaking free of their kiss again, she let her eyes roam over him. “I want you,” she repeated.

His eyes were dark, the brown color faded almost black. There was no denying how much she affected him, his length rock hard, and she trembled at the realization of how her body flooded in response.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She kept her eyes locked on him even as she felt him brush against her stomach. “Zelenyy.”

“What does that mean, Isabella?”

“Green,” she whispered, pressing her hands against the indention of his hips. Head tilting back so their eyes stayed connected, she shivered at how well she fit against him. “A safe word should I ever need it.”

The smile dropped from his face, a growl rumbling low in his chest, and he captured her face with his hands, their lips crashing. They stumbled to her bedroom, pausing every few steps to continue kissing and to attempt not to run into objects along their way. He paid no attention to the setup of her bedroom other than to locate the California King bed. His hands lifted her, and her legs wrapped around his waist again. She couldn’t help but sigh at his length, so close to her wetness. He lowered her onto the comforter. His gigantic frame covered hers, hands shifting again to hold her hands by the wristto the mattress.

“Give me control.” He scattered kisses along her collarbone. “Zelenyy?” He spoke hesitantly, their gazes meeting.

Nodding, she allowed her legs to relax, his large frame settling between them. “Zelenyy.”

He released her hands. “Good. Don’t move until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“I want to touch you.”

“Keep them there, Isa.”

Pout on her lips, she left them in the position, words dying in her throat at him sliding his hand down her side. Her eyes fluttered shut as his hand drifted between her legs, and he let out a soft grunt at the arousal that coated his fingers.

“Fuck,” he grunted, “You’re soaked.”

“Xavier, please.”

He ignored her cries and stroked at her soft curls, his thumb finding the swollen digit between her thighs. “Fucking gorgeous.” He pressed his lips against the curve of her breast. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

Isabella hooked a leg around his waist, heel digging into the curve of his ass. She couldn’t help but let out a soft wail as he circled her clit in a slow motion, his mouth covering the nipple of her breast. Her hips moved, loud cries she couldn’t stop flowing freely from her.

Her eyes flew open the second he released her nipple, and their gazes met. “Xavier, please.”

“Zelenyy?”

“Da, zelenyy.” She threw her head back at the feeling of him sliding two fingers inside of her. The movement of his thumb accompanied by the slow thrusting of his fingers caused her to cry out, hips moving to meet the pace he was setting. The wet sounds of her body accepting him each time he pushed forward filled the room along with her cries.

“Please, it feels so good.”

“Come on, sweetheart, I said I’d take care of you.” He watched her fight the orgasm threatening to override her senses. “Come all over my fingers, you can do it. You’re fucking soaking my hand, you’re so wet.”

With a hard flick of his wrist, Xavier inserted another finger, and her hips pumped, chasing her orgasm.

“Let me touch you,” she begged. “I need to touch you.”