Chapter 86 His Lust

　　Anna Michelle

　　The hotel had given her the best room, a penthouse with a massive four-poster bed draped in red satin and gossamer white silk. A luxury created to titillate the senses. The cushion big enough for them to roll in, wrestle in, without the fear of rolling off.

　　His hands slowly cup her breasts, she almost melted at the unexpected contact, her nipples pebbled at the touch even through her dress. Her knees weakened and she clung to him. If he hadn't been holding her up so securely in his arms, she would have slid down the wall. All she wanted to do was lie on the bed with Xavier on top of her.

　　Raising his head from her neck, he palmed their weight gently and rolled her swollen pebbles, she gasped and moaned when he took her mouth so ravenously she whimpered. "Please, Xavier."

　　Mish had no idea what she was asking but she was confident Xavier knew.

　　"The bed," he growled. His voice was husky.

　　She nodded. "Yes," she whispered.