Nox’s POV
Our lips reconnected again and again. How we reached the elevator without giving a break was a mystery. The slide of his tongue gave birth to a million butterflies in my stomach. Being no passive lover, I cupped his jaw and deepened my lips to his. I needed him. I craved him. I wanted him.
The burning desire for him made me want to drink him whole. I lightly bit his lip and softly smiled when I heard him hiss. His hold on me tightened and I found myself smashed against the luxurious elevator wall as all hell broke loose. He did not hold back at all.
“Xay-Xay,” I gasped, my chest arching into him as he twisted my nips. My hands anchored around his neck, enjoying the fiery friction that his furious grounding against my southern regions caused.
“My baby,” he rasped, his teeth
