*Lena*
Xander's hands roughly looked for a way to get me out of my dress, but even I didn't know where the clasps of my bodice began. He looked me in the eyes, those obsidian, crimson-flaked pools glittering with mischief as he grabbed a fistful of fabric from my skirt and tore the skirt open in one single motion.
“Xander!"
“I'll buy you a new one," he growled, bending over me to nip me right above my hipbone, through the fabric of my shift.
A flood of desire washed over me, and suddenly the last thing on my mind was the dress. He scooped me into his arms so I was standing and began to tear at the dress, finally finding the clasps and freeing me of the tight bodice. I was left in nothing but the shift, which clung to my heated skin as he backed me against the wall. He was panting, bu
