Craved...
His breathing changed.
I froze, palm cupping his jaw.
Xavier’s eyelids lifted. Green and clear, meeting mine.
He didn’t move. Didn’t pull away.
Just stared at me. At where I held him.
Something shifted in his expression. Recognition. Understanding.
Desire answering desire.
Warmth flooded my face. “I was just...”
He knew.
Understood exactly what I craved.
Then he moved. Fast. Urgent.
Turned into my palm, lips scorching against my skin. Pressed hard to my wrist, right over my pulse point where it hammered against him.
Gaze stayed fixed on mine. Dark. Hungry. Asking without words.
Permission. He was asking permission.
“Yes.” The word escaped. “God, yes.”
Fingers covered mine, gripping tight, holding me to him while his tongue traced my pulse. Teeth scraped skin, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make me gasp.
Never breaking contact.
Sharp and desperate and overwhelming.
Hunger.
My free palm grabbed his neck, dragging him closer.
Yes.
Fuck it. I’m in.
Xavier rose from the floor, fast, predatory, ignoring whatever pain it cost him. Never breaking our connection.
He caged me with his frame, knee shoving between my thighs before I could process. Weight settling hard and immediate, no hesitation, no careful positioning.
I grabbed his shirt, yanking him down. My pulse hammered so loud he had to hear it.
The pressure of him between my legs made me arch. Already slick. Already aching.
I crashed into him before he could be gentle about it.
No tentative. No testing.
Just hunger colliding.
