Xavier's hands tightened around Naomi's waist, the thin fabric of her nightgown crumpling under his grip. Her lips parted in a breathy inhale as he rolled them over, straw mattress crackling beneath their combined weight. The candle on the bedside table guttered, casting erratic shadows across her startled face.
"Think you're in charge now?" Her knee pressed against his hip, a half-hearted resistance betrayed by the hitch in her voice.
He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. "You want to fight me? Here? Now?" His mouth hovered above hers, breath mingling in the cold air. "Or do you want me to show you what heaven feels like?"
Her throat worked as she swallowed. "Wouldn't be much of a challenge if I just—"
