Xander’s lips lingered on her skin, slowly tracing the curves of her stomach, each kiss making Erin shiver under his touch. Her hands tangled in the sheets as she tried to hold herself steady, but the warmth radiating from him made it impossible. Every movement of his lips, every gentle press of his hands ignited sparks of fire across her body. She couldn’t help but arch toward him, seeking more even though her body was still tender from the bruises.
“Xander…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and desire.
“I know, sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and teasing on her stomach. “I know exactly what you want.”
His hands roamed higher, cupping her sides as his lips traveled upward, stopping at the base of her breasts. Erin’s chest heaved, n****
