Chapter 151

Xavier's lips felt as gentle as a leaf dancing in the wind, yet they burned like the sun when they touched mine. He would tenderly suck on my bottom lip, savoring every moment, but then suddenly, it was as if an insatiable hunger would take over, claiming me wholly with a deep groan that resonated in my chest. His grip on my face would shift from passionate possession to warm affection, as if he was reminding himself to keep his impulses in check.

There was a primal, raw hunger emanating from him, igniting a fiery desire one moment and then transforming into a gentle, indulgent warmth the next. I could feel him starving—starving for just one taste of me—before the cycle would begin anew.

Every single moment of his lips moving against mine was intoxicating, whether slow and deliberate or rushed and frantic. Yet it felt like we were both fighting an internal battle, struggling with our desires.

I, too, was afraid—afraid of the overwhelming feelings that surged throu