C H A P T E R 44

Xavier hooks his arm around her thigh and his other hand snake and grasps her waist before he pulls her onto his lap while all kissing her. As he does this, he feels her take in air through his lips.

Xavier runs the bases of his palms on both of her exposed thighs, feeling the soft layer of her skin against his fingertips. Soft, smooth, and milky they are on his touch as always, he never gets enough.9

As he kisses Krystal, he feels her body scoot closer to his as if she's seeking his warmness, as if she's dying to have his hands all over her body, as if she needs him in every aspect there is. It's driving him mad, it makes him want her more, wanting her more that he sees himself not letting go of her at any time given.

As he kisses her with his hand roaming up her thigh and hands sliding inside the shirt feeling her stomach up to her back, he feels a tug on his hair – her hands fisting a good amount of his locks