Nox’s POV
The sheets were softer than clouds, or maybe it was just him.
Xayden moved with the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly how much power he held over me. And damn him, he didn’t abuse it. He wielded it like a gentleman wrapped in sin. Tender. Devoted. Desperate.
He laid me down like I was made of stardust and snapped threads, brushing my hair from my forehead with a reverence that made my throat tighten.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, eyes darting away.
“Like what?” His voice was a low rumble, as intimate as a kiss behind the ear.
“Like I’m yours.”
“You are.”
The way he said it, so calm, so sure, unravelled something deep inside me. I wanted to argue. I really did. But his hand was trailing fire down my arm, and my resolve was built on matchsticks.
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