Page 117 of The Devil's Trials

With my heart thumping in my chest, I lick the dryness from my lips. “I thought you were going to do what I wanted.”

His smirk is downright wicked. “And what is it that you want, Camille?”

You.

It must be clear on my face, because his eyes darken with the same lust spreading through me at a dizzying speed.

“Tell me you want me,” he murmurs.

“I…” My lips part in a silent gasp when he presses a deft hand between my thighs, my leggings the only barrier between him and where I ache for his touch. “Yes.”

He brushes his thumb back and forth over my core, tilting his head to the side. “Yes, what?”

My eyes narrow at the taunting lilt in his voice. “I want you. You know I do.”

“Hmm.” He presses his mouth to mine in the whisper of a kiss, then murmurs, “You’re mine.”

“Yes.” The word tumbles from my lips before I can consider snapping my mouth shut, the muscles in my abdomen tightening.

“Say it.” His voice is a smooth, hypnotizing demand I can’t ignore, much less deny answering.

“I’m yours.”

He slides his fingers to the waistband of my leggings and slips his hand inside. The first brush of his fingers against my core has me sucking in a shuddering breath.

“Is this what you want?” His breath caresses my cheek, his lips brushing along my jaw.

“Mmm,” I moan, lifting my hips to guide him closer to where I crave. I slide my hand up his chest, curling it around his neck and tugging him down until our lips meet again.

My pulse jackhammers when he slowly enters me with a finger, using his thumb to tease the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I make a sound against his lips that encourages him to double his efforts as his tongue flicks along my lips until they part to let him in. He kisses me deeply, bringing me closer to the edge with each subtle movement between my legs.

I lose track of my breath as I give myself over to the pleasure he’s wringing from my body. I grip the hair at the back of his neck, tugging it as I circle my hips and whimper as he adds another finger inside me. His lips leave mine, trailing along my jaw and finding the pulse at my throat. He kisses and nips at the sensitive skin below my ear, and I gasp his name as I tighten around him, my only warning as pleasure explodes from my core, leaving me lightheaded and warm.

Even as my heart continues to pound and I catch my breath, I know I need more.

I need all of him.

As much as I’m his…Xander is mine.

His face is pressed to the crook of my neck, and when I reach for the button on the front of his pants, he chuckles softly. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want to say I’m fucking the king of hell, but you have yet to take the throne, so I guess I’m fucking the king of nothing.”

I have no idea what possesses me to say that, but the shock on his face when he pulls back to look at me fills me with a smug sense of pride that I latch on to.

His eyes darken, flickering black before returning to their normal brown as he cocks his head to regard me. “Is that so?”

I purse my lips, popping the button open and tugging his zipper down. “You tell me. We’ve established what I want.” My eyes flit between his. “Do you want me, Xander?”

A possessive growl rumbles through his chest, and I shouldn’t be drawn to that sound, yet heat fills my face as I hold his gaze. His pupilsare blown, his expression dark with lust as he dips his face until his nose grazes mine.

“You,” he breathes, “areallthat I want.”

Between one moment and the next, his mouth captures mine with a searing kiss that promises to ruin me for anyone else.

I lose track of time as his mouth explores mine before his lips travel across my body. Our clothes quickly end up on the floor, and when Xander positions himself at my entrance, there isn’t a thought of hesitation in my mind. I urge him on until he pushes inside me, stealing the air from my lungs.

Wrapping my legs around him, a moan slips from my lips as he starts to move, and we find a delicious rhythm that has us both racing toward release in minutes.

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