Page 124 of Pervade London
He leaned in. “I still rule.”
It was the way he held my stare that titillated me. More than this, it was the way he was causing a delicious arousal to burn through me with each move of his pelvis. I’d never been one to chase power, but he was mesmerizing.
“I want to see a demonstration,” I said breathlessly.
“Of my authority?”
“Yes.”
“I doubt you’d like what you see.”
“Why?”
Sadness flashed across his face. “‘I am death, the destroyer of worlds.’”
The spell shimmered toward a nightmare…
I swallowed hard. “That’s a quote from Oppenheimer? The man who created the atomic bomb.”
He gave a nod. “It comes from the translation of the Hindu scripture theBhagavad Gita.”
“What does it mean?”
“Despite personal concerns or views, one honors his duties. One remains a warrior. Does what is needed.”
“You’re saying…”
“No one gets in my way. No one.”
Until me.
His jeans pressed against my sex and he held himself there. A heady mixture of pleasure and fear slithered up my spine.
I readied for his deadly kiss. James’ lips were parted and near, so full of promise, so ready to deliver that final strike of power.
Shuddering, I was being drawn into the flame of his sensuality, not caring if it singed my wings, unable to resist him. Unable to deny myself what only he could give.Yesto him pushing me back.Yesto him ripping open my robe all the way.Yesto his cock pressing into me and him fucking me hard on this table.
Yet my body remained rigid as though my mind was his to control, only my gasps revealing my rising climax brought on from the pressure of him against me.
“You are breathtaking,” he whispered huskily.
“James.”
“Not without Xavier.” His warm breath on my lips.
I dipped my head. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“We both know what you were thinking.” He broke into a heart-shattering smile.
“What must you think of me?”
“This.” Raising the crown, he then lowered it to rest on the top of my head.
Wearing such a priceless piece made me self-conscious. I reached up to touch it and then pulled my gloved hand away respectfully.
James pulled off my gloves. “Touch it.”
“What about keeping it preserved?”
