As he felt her draw near, Xarakas opened his eyes to practically glare down at her. "That's not—" he started to argue, but as he felt her body brush against his, practically every ounce of restraint he had vanished, and before he knew what he was doing, he was ushering her into the closet and slamming the door shut after tossing the equipment they were trying to put away aside, practically pinning her against the wall as he caged her in with his arms.
"Do you have any idea how difficult, how torturous, it is for the only way for me to touch you without having my head severed from my shoulders be to hurt you?" he asked, breath fanning across her neck as he leaned close, as if he might kiss her, but he still had a shred of restraint left.
Even though he was fairly certain the princess was flirting with him and was also struggling with her demon, he couldn't bring himself to take the next step without her explicit permission.
"All I can do is hit and kick and punch, watch you go off with your suitors on your little dates; but all I want to do is kiss and caress and pleasure, until you're screaming my name and any thought of anyone else is gone. It's agonizing, Princess."
Though Asha had hoped to get a reaction out of him, she'd never expected him to practically throw away the equipment they were supposed to be putting up, shove her in the closet, and pin her there.
God. Months of flirting and dropping hints, hoping he'd do something, and it'd really been this easy all along?
Her normally light eyes had darkened to a deep, dark blue as she dragged him flush against her and hooked a leg around him. "Who told you that you were only allowed to hurt me, Xarakas? I know how to keep a secret if you do," she said softly, her breath a whisper on his lips.
Xarakas let out a low, rumbling growl from deep in his chest as she pulled him flush against her and wrapped a leg around his waist, his hand instinctively moving to rest on her thigh to support her, the sound almost certainly coming from his demon, which was thrilled by the sequence of events.
"I'm sure your father mentioned something about not doing all the things that I have in mind to you," he murmured, lips brushing faintly against hers as they spoke. "And even if he didn't, I'm sure he still wouldn't approve. But I'm not sure I really care what happens to me if it means I can touch you like this," he breathed, his other hand roaming up her side and over her breasts, just savoring the ability to touch her at all.
Asha's demon practically purred in response to his growl, but she did her best to hold her back from surfacing too much, goosebumps raising as he touched her.
"Are you sure you really want to talk about my father right now? Because I know what I'd rather be doing," she countered, closing the scant distance between their lips almost desperately as she kissed him deeply and tugged at his shirt, lacking the patience to debate what her father would and wouldn't want when she couldn't care less at that moment.