and under the hems of her pants, exploring, reaching up. He slipped them out and kneaded her arches again, like he was reassuring her he would go slow.
Slow was not like him.
“I need…” she started to say before she stopped herself.
His hands paused. “Need what?”
Warmth flooded her cheeks. “More. I need more.” He was going to make her say it anyway.
He withdrew his hands from her. She held her breath, waiting to see what he would do next. She wanted him to kiss her, fully kiss her, without there being a cloth between them.
Her fingers danced where they lay on the bedding, jittery with anticipation.
Hysterian stood.
“Don’t fucking move,” he ordered, his voice returning to normal. He strode into the lavatory, shutting the door behind him.
Her brow furrowed.
She rose onto her elbows, but he had already returned and was headed straight for her. Her lips parted.
He was decked in a full skin-tight black latex bodysuit. The light from the bathroom haloed his imposing body for a split second before it turned off, revealing everything. Alexa gasped, straightening.
He pushed her back onto the bed. “I told you not to move.”
Alexa’s gaze dipped to his body, and she reached for him.
He caught her hands and growled. “What did I say?”
“Don’t touch you?”
He placed her hands back above her head. “Don’t touch me.”
Alexa settled back but was still confused. “You’re in a… You’re not naked.”
The suit covered everything; his white hair, his beautiful face, his severe lips. “I’m not. If I were, you would already be dead,” he said.
“What?”
He didn’t answer her, instead, he released her hands to capture the button on her pants. He hooked his fingers under the lip and yanked them down her hips. She lifted to help him, kicking her pants off. He folded them as well, placing them beside his clothes. He dove in for her shirt next.
Alexa gasped when he untangled it from her arms, taking it away, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. She clasped her hands when he pulled back. She wished she had changed out of the plain, cotton undergarments and discarded earlier when she had the chance.
“Fuuuuck,” Hysterian hissed, making Alexa squeeze her legs together. “You’re just fucking perfect, aren’t you?”
Her eyes trailed his shadowy outline. Was he wearing the same material over his body that he wore on his hands? Were his gloves latex, too, and she hadn’t realized it? It was easier thinking about him than it was receiving a compliment. A fake one, obviously. “So are you,” she said. Whatever he’d put on was demonic, but so was he.
Hysterian let out a raspy laugh. “Not in any way that matters.”
The bed dipped as Hysterian moved over her, straddling his knees on either side of her. She didn’t know what he was talking about. He was the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. There was no one in the entire universe she’d spent more time studying. How could he think less of himself? It wasn’t fair. She’d wanted him for years, hating herself for it the entire time. She knew that now, having buried her desire so deep that she was still wrecked with the truth of it.
Hysterian was a dark and powerful Cyborg, and if she couldn’t take away his power, she wanted him to punish her for her failure.
She cupped his neck and rose, planting her lips to his before he could stop her.
He jerked, pushed her back onto the bed, falling over her.
“Is that what you want?” he demanded. “To die?” He grabbed her hands and thrust them back above her head, forcing her legs open with his knee. “Obey me!” he roared.
She wiggled her legs out from between his and curled them around his waist, clamping them. With him draped in black, he was Hysterian, her enemy, but more. He was a bruise in her fantasies. One she wanted healed. Right now. She writhed.
He reached down and pinned her hip with his hand while still keeping her hands trapped with one of his. His fingers bit into her flesh.
Alexa sucked in a sharp breath.
Hysterian shot upright with a heave and stared down at her.
She clamped her thighs harder. “Please,” she whimpered.
His eyes flickered in the darkness. “Hell, Alexa.”
“I need you. Please. No more teasing.”
Another growl tore from his mouth, and she trembled. He shifted, and the bulge of his cock pressed into her pelvis, spurring her on.
“You don’t want me to fuck you gently, do you, Dear?” he rasped, releasing her hands and grabbing the