Chapter 17. A Rogue

Xerina’s POV

[Present]

His kiss was molten lava, hot and searing through my insides, leaving me begging and craving for more. Like a secret, forbidden, and sinful. Half yet complete. Mine and yet not mine. Like a whisper, spoken yet so unclear. Beyond words, beyond the stars. My world collided and then parted.

I was a breathless mess, clinging onto his biceps, the arms I dreamt of wrapping around me when I was seventeen, the same hands that pushed me away, the hands that squeezed my heart and shattered it into thousands of pieces, the same hands were impatiently roaming along my sides, feeling me up, gulping me in, savoring me and then… molding me.

Shameful of me to even feel anything when I vowed not to feel anything for this male. This heartless man, my mate, the one who rejected me, tore me apart, and left me to mend on my own, was now back in my heart regardless.

I realized how much I wanted him. The kiss I stole from him years back was the