A devilish smile appears "You are right, it's him I want. It's him I crave...you know why? Because our body's move like music notes. Our body's moves like waves in the ocean, his hands roam my body like he's never touched me before. His groans mix with my moans in perfect symphony. He knows what my body wants, he knows where and how to fuck me"
Xerxes' expression darkens at her words, his jaw clenching as he processes the vivid image she paints. The fire in his eyes shifts from desire to something dangerous and possessive.
"You think I don't know that?" he says through gritted teeth, his hands tightening on her waist. "You think I haven't imagined every moment you've spent with him?"
His lips crash against hers again, this time with a raw intensity that steals the air from her lungs. One hand tangles in her hair while the other slides down to grip her thigh possessively.
"Music notes and ocean waves?" he murmurs against her mouth. "I can show you what real passion sounds like."He inserts himself inside her.
Esmeray's breath hitches as she feels him enter her completely, her body arching against the wall instinctively. A soft moan escapes her lips as her freshly coated french nails dig into his shoulders.
Xerxes groans low in his throat, his forehead resting against hers as he savors the feeling of being inside her again. "Fuck," he breathes out roughly. "You feel even better than I remembered."
His movements are slow and deliberate at first, each thrust designed to draw out every sensation between them. His lips find the sensitive spot behind her ear where he knows drives her crazy.
"Tell me you don't want this," he whispers huskily against her skin. "Tell me you'd rather be anywhere else than right here with me."
"I rather be in the battlefield fighting you...I rather be back home.." she confesses as her body presses against his.
Xerxes' movements falter at her confession, his eyes searching hers intently. "Your home is here with me," he says quietly, his voice carrying a vulnerability she's never heard before.
He pulls back slightly to look at her properly, his hands cupping her face gently. "I know you hate me right now. I know you wish it was someone else touching you like this."
His thumb traces her lower lip slowly. "But tell me the truth - does he make you feel like this? Does he make your body sing when he touches you?"
His hips roll against hers in a way that sends shivers through both of them despite the tension between them."Zaiden is better then you...he fucks better then you...but you, you like to control me, you like to possess me in a way he doesn't "
Xerxes' expression shifts from vulnerability to something darker, more dangerous. His grip on her waist tightens possessively as he moves deeper inside her.
"You think he doesn't want to control you?" he growls against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "You think he doesn't dream of marking you as his?"
His hips begin moving with more purpose now, each thrust designed to remind her of who she belongs to. "Zaiden might know how to fight on the battlefield, but I know how to win this war."
One hand slides up to wrap around her throat gently but firmly enough to make his point clear. "Tell me again how much better he is when your body is responding like this."
In between maons "he fucks me like a whore...and I love it"
Xerxes' eyes flash with something that looks like pain mixed with dark fascination at her words. "You love it?" he repeats roughly, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
His hand tightens slightly around her throat as he moves inside her harder now, each thrust more demanding than the last. "Then tell me what that looks like."
He captures her lips in a searing kiss that tastes of jealousy and possession. "Tell me how your body responds when you're being fucked like a whore."
His other hand slides down to grip her thigh firmly enough to leave marks later as he drives into her relentlessly against the wall.
"Why should I tell you, when I can show you" she pushes him off, taking off the remainder of her dress.
Xerxes watches her move across the room with a predator's focus, his breathing growing heavier as she positions herself on the bed. The moonlight streaming through the window casts shadows across her exposed skin.
"You're playing a dangerous game," he warns quietly, his voice thick with desire. "You think you can tease me like this and not pay the price?"
He follows her slowly onto the bed behind her, his hands coming to rest on her hips possessively. His lips brush against the curve of her spine as he speaks.
"Show me how he makes you feel," Xerxes murmurs against her skin. "Show me everything he's taught you."