*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, but some of the animalistic desire left his eyes as he looked at me. He ran the back of his fingers over my jaw, and I turned into his touch.