Page 150 of I Will Mend You
“What are you doing?” I ask with a smile.
He meets my gaze with dancing blue eyes. “Such pretty feet need attention after their trip through hell.”
“You think so?” I giggle. “Maybe they could use a massage.”
He chuckles, the sound soothing and rich. “It’s the least I can do for my brave little warrior.”
Kneading his thumbs into the arch of my foot, he unravels knots of tension. I moan, the muscles of my core tightening. Every touch of his fingers is just another reminder of what we used to have, and I long for the time we spent together on Parisii Drive.
“Thank you, Amethyst,” he says, his voice thickening with emotion. “Without you, I might never have achieved one of my biggest goals.”
Pride swells in my chest. Maybe this breakthrough can make up for not trusting Xero after seeing that video. Apologies can’t compensate for what I did. I wish there was a way to make things right.
My hand trembles as I reach up to brush his platinum hair. “It should be me doing the thanking.” I say between ragged breaths. “I owe you my life.”
Our eyes lock, and the air between us thrums with tension. My gaze drifts down to his lips and I lick my own in anticipation.
Xero’s eyes darken, mirroring my longing, and the space between us closes. My heart pounds, echoing my need to be in his arms. With him, I feel invincible, loved, desired. His presence chases away the demons and makes me feel like I can conquer anything.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, placing my feet on a soft rug.
“About how much I want to kiss you,” I murmur.
Rising, he draws closer until our breaths mingle. His scent—citrus, spearmint, and cedarwood—overwhelms my senses, leaving me dizzy with desire.
“You want my mouth?” he whispers against my lips.
His fingertips graze my jawline, leaving my skin prickling with goosebumps.
“Yes,” I whisper, inching closer.
The kiss starts with a tender brush of lips that makes my skin tingle. There, Xero’s mouth moves against mine, soft and coaxing, drawing out another moan.
I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting more, needing it, and he slips his tongue into my mouth. As the kiss deepens, his hands travel up my spine, making every nerve ending sing. My fingers tangle in his silky hair, holding him in place.
His heart thrashes against my chest, mirroring the rhythm of my desire. I want this man so badly that it hurts. I pour a lifetime of gratitude into this kiss, and Xero returns it with a passion that makes my toes curl.
Shutting down Three Fates released a dark void in my psyche I never even knew existed. Making Charlotte bleed vanquished the ghosts of my past and brought me one step closer to closure.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he groans against my lips, his touch igniting my skin with sparks.
The kiss becomes more heated, unleashing a fire that burns through years of trauma and pain. The flames consume my past, and, as I kiss back, I arise from the ashes a new woman.
His large hands glide up the backs of my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin as he grips my hips. His body heat seeps through our clothes, branding me as his. When he pulls me closer, my heart races, each beat a desperate plea for more. This kiss is hotter than the one in the truck, and I crave more. I want him with an intensity that borders on madness.
“You’re wearing too much,” I say.
We fumble with each other’s bulletproof jackets, my hands trembling with urgency and desire. The garments drop to the floor with heavy thuds. Xero lowers me onto the mattress, his touch charging my skin with sparks of desire.
My breath quickens as he straddles my hips, his limbs creating a cocoon of security and warmth. I slide my fingers beneath the fabric of his shirt, wanting to remove every barrierbetween our bodies. He draws back, letting me yank it off, revealing his tight abs and bulging pecs.
Sunlight streams through the windows, bathing Xero in golden light and casting a glow across the dips and contours of his muscles. He looms over me like my own personal deity, and I can’t help but trace the tattoos on his chest. His breath quickens with an intensity that goes straight to my clit.
“Tell me what you want,” he says.
“All of you,” I reply, my voice breathy.
He blinks. “You sure?”