between them and treat her like all the other fighters that came through here.
There wasn't a damn thing about her that made her any different. Bastian opened the door, their eyes meeting, and instantly his breath left him in a rush.
Jesus Christ.
Pixie stood, fixed to her spot by the end of the bed, those big doe eyes guarded. Her hair that was normally pulled back into a tight bun now fell all around her. Thick waves of warm chocolate reached just below her shoulders. He felt himself harden at just the sight, imagining himself running his hands through the strands, gripping them tight during the height of pleasure. Shit. This was already not going as planned, he thought miserably.
Clearing his throat, he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He knew how to keep his game face on in front of the best of them, and this little thing before him was no exception. "You want to tell me what that was all about?" he asked, breaking through the tense silence.
Uncertainty flashed in her eyes before she hid it. She was as good as he was at schooling her features, he noticed. Although he hadn’t missed that brief slip.
She shrugged as though her behaviour was no big deal.
"You have nothing to say now?" he pressed, moving closer. "You didn't seem to have that problem earlier."
They stared at one another, calculating.
"Let me make myself perfectly clear," he said slowly. "I don't answer to anyone, and I do as I please. There's nothing between us beyond the fact that we fucked. That's it."
She flinched and everything inside him revolted. Fuck. This wasn't going well and the words spilling from his mouth were all wrong. She seemed to struggle for a response, her eyes darting everywhere but at him. Since the first moment he caught sight of her, he'd never seen her look so lost or unsure. Something told him she didn't know what to make of her behaviour earlier either. The vulnerability he saw in her, beneath all the strength she normally possessed, cracked away at his resolve.
"Fuck it," he said.
She looked at him in surprise for a split second before he crashed his mouth into hers. Pulling her tight, he slipped his tongue against hers as she sighed, melting into him. His hands instantly dug into her hair as though starved for the feel of it. God she was beautiful. His chest felt tight with just her nearness, as if it hurt just to breathe. She overwhelmed his senses.
"What is this between us?", he said between kisses, nipping at her lips and chin. He couldn't get enough of her. She let her head fall back as he continued to bite and suck a line down her neck.
"Lust," she answered, her voice a whisper.
He grunted, pressing their hips closer so she could feel every inch of what she did to him. "It's awful," he said.
"I agree," she replied.
He chuckled. Any thoughts of interrogating her flew from his mind as he lifted her easily into his arms, carrying her over to the bed. They fell together, her legs hooking around him to pull him against her center. They both gasped as their hips rotated, increasing their desire.
"Off," she ordered, pulling at the hem of his shirt.
Bastian leaned up so he could rid himself of his clothing. "So demanding," he chastised teasingly. She wiggled as though her patience was growing thin, a smile lighting up her face. Bastian stilled, his hands freezing at the buttons.
Pixie had never smiled at him before, and the change was like a punch to his gut. While there was no doubt she was beautiful normally, seeing her with those eyes lit up and her lips turned up made him realize just how stunning she really was. How was someone like her letting a man like him touch her? He thought. Bastian swallowed, his heart feeling as though it were being squeezed in his chest.
Her smile slowly slipped and he wanted to shout at the loss. "What's wrong?" she asked, uncertainty filling her eyes.
He shook his head, unable to voice the unfamiliar feelings running through his mind.
Reaching out, he slowly
There wasn't a damn thing about her that made her any different. Bastian opened the door, their eyes meeting, and instantly his breath left him in a rush.
Jesus Christ.
Pixie stood, fixed to her spot by the end of the bed, those big doe eyes guarded. Her hair that was normally pulled back into a tight bun now fell all around her. Thick waves of warm chocolate reached just below her shoulders. He felt himself harden at just the sight, imagining himself running his hands through the strands, gripping them tight during the height of pleasure. Shit. This was already not going as planned, he thought miserably.
Clearing his throat, he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He knew how to keep his game face on in front of the best of them, and this little thing before him was no exception. "You want to tell me what that was all about?" he asked, breaking through the tense silence.
Uncertainty flashed in her eyes before she hid it. She was as good as he was at schooling her features, he noticed. Although he hadn’t missed that brief slip.
She shrugged as though her behaviour was no big deal.
"You have nothing to say now?" he pressed, moving closer. "You didn't seem to have that problem earlier."
They stared at one another, calculating.
"Let me make myself perfectly clear," he said slowly. "I don't answer to anyone, and I do as I please. There's nothing between us beyond the fact that we fucked. That's it."
She flinched and everything inside him revolted. Fuck. This wasn't going well and the words spilling from his mouth were all wrong. She seemed to struggle for a response, her eyes darting everywhere but at him. Since the first moment he caught sight of her, he'd never seen her look so lost or unsure. Something told him she didn't know what to make of her behaviour earlier either. The vulnerability he saw in her, beneath all the strength she normally possessed, cracked away at his resolve.
"Fuck it," he said.
She looked at him in surprise for a split second before he crashed his mouth into hers. Pulling her tight, he slipped his tongue against hers as she sighed, melting into him. His hands instantly dug into her hair as though starved for the feel of it. God she was beautiful. His chest felt tight with just her nearness, as if it hurt just to breathe. She overwhelmed his senses.
"What is this between us?", he said between kisses, nipping at her lips and chin. He couldn't get enough of her. She let her head fall back as he continued to bite and suck a line down her neck.
"Lust," she answered, her voice a whisper.
He grunted, pressing their hips closer so she could feel every inch of what she did to him. "It's awful," he said.
"I agree," she replied.
He chuckled. Any thoughts of interrogating her flew from his mind as he lifted her easily into his arms, carrying her over to the bed. They fell together, her legs hooking around him to pull him against her center. They both gasped as their hips rotated, increasing their desire.
"Off," she ordered, pulling at the hem of his shirt.
Bastian leaned up so he could rid himself of his clothing. "So demanding," he chastised teasingly. She wiggled as though her patience was growing thin, a smile lighting up her face. Bastian stilled, his hands freezing at the buttons.
Pixie had never smiled at him before, and the change was like a punch to his gut. While there was no doubt she was beautiful normally, seeing her with those eyes lit up and her lips turned up made him realize just how stunning she really was. How was someone like her letting a man like him touch her? He thought. Bastian swallowed, his heart feeling as though it were being squeezed in his chest.
Her smile slowly slipped and he wanted to shout at the loss. "What's wrong?" she asked, uncertainty filling her eyes.
He shook his head, unable to voice the unfamiliar feelings running through his mind.
Reaching out, he slowly
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