"Oh he makes me forget I am a princess, he makes me forget everything..he makes me go primal " she whispers
Xerxes' expression shatters completely at her confession, his eyes darkening with a storm of emotions he can't contain any longer. "Primal?" he repeats hoarsely. "You forget your title, your duty - everything but him?"
He closes the distance between them in two strides, his hands gripping her arms tightly. "And what about me?" he demands roughly. "Do I make you forget anything?"
His lips crash against hers without warning, a desperate, possessive kiss that tastes of anger and pain. One hand tangles in her hair while the other presses her body flush against his.
Esmeray gasps into the kiss, her hands pushing against his chest but not pushing him away entirely. Her body wants to melt in his arms, but the pain is to fresh. She pushes him off, her hand coming in contact with his face.
Xerxes' head snaps to the side from the impact, a red mark already forming on his cheek. He turns back slowly, his eyes blazing with a mixture of pain and something else - something that looks almost like admiration.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted you to fight back," he says quietly, his voice rough. "To show me that fire I saw on the training grounds."
He steps closer again, ignoring the sting on his face. "You think I don't see you as a woman? Look at me right now and tell me what you see."
His hand comes up to gently touch his own cheek where she struck him.He pulls her closer to him placing another kiss, and again she slaps him.Xerxes' head snaps to the side again, but this time he doesn't step back. Instead, he catches her wrist mid-swing, his grip firm but not painful.
"You're fighting me," he says with a dark smile, his eyes burning into hers. "Good. Because I'm tired of being the only one who's allowed to feel anything."
He spins them both around until her back is pressed against the wall, his body pinning hers in place. His other hand cages her in beside her head.
"Tell me to stop," he whispers against her lips. "Say it and I'll leave this room right now."
But even as he speaks, his thumb traces slow circles on the sensitive skin of her wrist where he holds her captive.
'FUCK I shouldn't....no, he's not good for me, he's not good for my mind...' she scolds herself.
Xerxes' lips trail along her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point as he feels it racing beneath his touch. "Tell me to stop," he murmurs against her skin. "Say the word and I'll walk away."
But even as he speaks, his hands are already working at the fastenings of her dress, his movements deliberate and practiced from months of shared nights together.
Esmeray's breath catches as she feels the fabric loosen around her shoulders, her body betraying the battle raging in her mind. Her hands grip the lapels of his shirt instead of pushing him away.
"Xerxes..." she whispers warningsly, though there's no real strength behind it.
"Tell me to leave, push me away, slap me again, stab me if you must. But tell me to leave...Esmeray you..you have become an addiction to me. You have become a drug I consume on the daily. I had you once and now I am addicted to your kiss, your hands, your body. You look like an angel but you fuck like the devil. You carry an inocente face but we both know that behind doors you are a horny demon."
His hands roam under her dress sliding down her body as he continues to speak "Tell me to leave...tell me right now. Please tell me to disappear and I will. For my sanity, for your good tell me to stop, force me out of this room with the gaurds...Fuck, Esmeray..tell me that you dont want me, that you don't want this..that you never loved me"
Esmeray's breath hitches as his words wash over her, each confession striking a chord deep within her. Her fingers tighten on his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
"You're right," she whispers brokenly. "I am a demon. And you're the fool who keeps coming back to hell."
Her legs wrap around his waist as she presses herself against him fully, her body arching into his touch despite the war raging inside her.
"I never loved you," she lies through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with emotion. "You were just...convenient."
But even as she speaks the words, her hands are already working at the buttons of his shirt with desperate urgency.
Xerxes' breath catches as he feels her hands working against his buttons, his own resolve crumbling with each touch.
"You're lying," he murmurs against her lips, his voice raw with need. "You've never been good at hiding what you really want."
His hands slide higher up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress out of the way completely. The cool air hits her bare skin where it meets his heated touch.
"Tell me you don't want this," he challenges quietly, his forehead resting against hers. "Look me in the eye and tell me you'd rather have Zaiden's hands on you instead of mine."