Darius wanted to ravage Xion—completely and utterly. Like Xion's swan-like neck and delicate shoulders, he wanted to mark every inch of that milky skin dusted with pink.
He craved to stake his claim, to etch his touch into Xion's very soul. To show everyone that this black-haired angel belonged to him. Only him.
"Xion, don't hide from me," Darius' heavy voice vibrated against Xion's exposed skin. He dragged his thumb deliberately closer to the aching length. A violent shiver racked through Xion's body. "Or I'll tie you up. Do you want that?"
The sheer dominance in his tone made Xion's heart stutter. Though embarrassment scorched his cheeks, there was no fear.
He peeked from the gap between his fingers, catching the wicked gleam in those gorgeous emerald eyes.
The elf-like being, whom he had secretly admired and now got a chance to date, was staring at him with a starving gaze.
