Xerxes shoved her against the wall and she pulled him to her. If they were doing this she was not going to play coy and neither was he. Her mouth was over his and her taste was the same as her blood, just a little duller. He wanted her clothes gone, but couldn't remember the words to make that happen. Whatever wasn't like he didn't have other means. He just gripped her shirt and ripped, she tore at his. He really liked her assertive and nearly aggressive behavior. It matched his own, she was damn exciting.
He couldn't believe her response to him, he never would have guessed it, and he was glad for it. It was exciting and a turn-on. He'd never had a partner so eager as she was. Well at least as eager as he felt. She shoved the shirt from his shoulders and moved her hands over him, god she was so smooth and soft. Perfectly feminine.
