There was just a brief moment, just after he'd been struck by Chieftain Eos, where Xavier looked at me in mute horror and, instinctively, I knew that he'd misunderstood the situation.
It wasn't him.
This wasn't his fault.
When his teeth sunk into my flesh in his study, I wanted it.
This closeness felt familiar, it felt right.
Relaxing in his tight grasp, I felt nothing but a trill of excitement when his hips wedged tightly between my thighs. Trepidation at the feeling of his hands roving up the back of my shirt, and an unbearable neediness when his deep hum thrummed through my body.
The move to his bedroom was my whispered suggestion.
I wanted privacy.
I wanted him to myself.
It was my idea.
The surprise was how willingly he'd acquiesced to my request.
Lying beneath him, lost i
