Chapter 19

• The first sensation that stirred me from the depths of sleep was warmth. Not just any warmth, but the kind that radiated from Xavier's body, enveloping me in a cocoon of heat and security. It was a feeling I had become familiar with, one that spoke of primal connection and raw need fulfilled. As consciousness seeped back into my limbs, the memories of past hours unfurled in my mind like the petals of a night-blooming flower.
• I shifted slightly, feeling his arm tighten around me, keeping me close. The room was dim, evening light barely filtering through the curtains, casting shadows that danced on the walls with an almost sentient grace. My heart thrummed in my chest, a reminder of what had transpired between us. His breath, soft and even against my neck, sent shivers down my spine, mingling with the lingering pleasure that hummed through my body.
• I turned my head to look at him, taking in the sharp angles of his jaw, the tousled mess of dark hair, and those piercing eyes still closed in slumber. Xavier had pleasured me so many times today, his mouth an artist painting strokes of ecstasy across my skin. It’s too bad, I, in turn, had not worshiped him with equal fervor, exploring the power and vulnerability that came with such intimacy. I wanted to taste him in my mouth.