You are too tempting

Fuck. He was so muscular and ripped. He towered over her; her head barely reached his shoulder. His body was tensed, and both of his hands braised on the kitchen sink. His head was bent, his silk hair cascaded over his forehead. 

Annette reached out to pick one of the cotton balls from the kitchen sink; she was determined to help him. His wounds were dripping blood; it was a gruesome sight.

But before her fingers could come in contact with the cotton balls, Xavier's hands shut out like a cobra, grabbing her hands, and stopping her. His sudden movement made her lose her balance. She was stunned by it.

She placed her hands on the countertop by the sink to steady herself.

"I thought I asked you to leave, Annette?" 

"Please, Xavier, let me help. I want to help you patch up your wounds, please." she said, literally begging him with her eyes., trying to convince him. 

Xavier gave her a hard stare, studying her face. Perhaps it was to check if she was sincere or something, but she didn't care to think deeply because as soon as he let go of her hand, she grabbed a cotton ball and some antiseptic to dab at his wounds.

Under the watchful and intense gaze of Xavier, Annette did what she could with the first aid kit.

She cleaned up the blood on his back and chest area using antiseptic wipes and bandaged the wounds using the gauge pad and tape she found in the kit. 

His gaze was piercing; following her every move, his breath labored.

Annette placed the final bandage on his chest and wrapped it up with tape. Her hands lingered, just for a second before she pulled back.

Before she could step away, Xavier snapped out and grabbed her wrist, taking her by surprise. He moved impossibly close, trapping her with the kitchen counter at her back. His front pressed against her, his hands wrapped around her waist, holding her.

"Fuck, you are too tempting. I told you to leave." His voice was low and raspy, not sounding human anymore, not even his eyes as he stared down at her; perhaps his wolf had taken over.

Annette glanced up at him, feeling nervous. 

The fuck. Why was she so nervous? This was Xavier, for fuck sake.

She bit her lips, staring deep into his eyes.

A deep growl tore from his mouth in warning, and the next second, his lips were on hers. His hands on her waist were like a vise, holding her in place as his tongue plunder into her, fucking her mouth, and kissing her. His lips were so intended, so demanding, she could hardly breathe. 

His clawed fingers pulled on her gown, slicing it and tearing into it like a knife would slice through butter. She tensed, her heart racing in her chest.

Claws that could easily tear her skin and make her bleed if he willed it to.

At the moment, he was more of his wolf than human. A predator, and she shouldn't run from him if she wanted to survive. 

So she didn't resist; she relaxed her body against him, responding to his kisses. 

Her tongue clashed against his; their lips moved in synchrony; it was like a dance, a sensual one.

His fingers moved down, slipping from her waist to her hips. The next second, her ass came into contact with the kitchen countertop; their lips were still connected not breaking from the sudden movement. His hands moved to her legs, pushing them open as he stepped between them. 

She could feel the thick length of his cock pressed against her. Right at the center of her core, against her entrance, her undies the only thing stopping him from thrusting right in; her clothes bunch up around her waist, her thigh naked and bare for his perusal.

Her lips parted as she let out a breathless moan. Everything within her responded to his touch. Fuck.

His lips slid and stroked her, becoming more gentle but still demanding.

Need ignited within her, raw need replacing fear because she knew he wouldn't harm her, she was safe right here in his embrace. She wanted more, needed his to kiss her, touch her more.

Annette placed her hands on his broad chest; she ran her fingers along his shoulders, exploring the hard muscle. 

Fuck, he was so muscular and ripped; standing before her between her parted legs he towered over her even as she sat on the countertop. Her fingers moved up, sliding into his hair, pulling him closer, causing him to move closer; his grip on her laps tightened.

Xavier suddenly stepped back, breaking their kiss. Putting some distance between them, he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Leave," he said. His voice was hard and sharp, as if he was about to lose control. His eyes were wild, his jaw clenching and unclenching.

Annette was about to protest but stopped when she saw the look in his eyes.

"Except you want me to bend you over the countertop and fuck you, you should go."

Annette hopped down from the countertop and walked out of the kitchen, her face the color of bit root, blood red. Xavier's voice stopped her before she could get to the sitting room.

"There is a shopping bag for you in the receiving room; you should get dressed. The stylist would be here soon to help you get ready. We leave in two hours." 

Fucking arrogant prick.