ADRIANA As his tongue brushed over mine, a torrent of conflicting emotions urged from within. Filling me and taking over my entire existence. Everything I was supposed to feel, and not feel towards this man disappeared with every languid sweep of his tongue against mine. I forgot what I had been about to do before he deepened the kiss. I only found myself succumbing deeper into it. Letting it consume me. Beneath the surface of whatever animosity I held towards him. I couldn’t help identifying some other emotions. An unchartered territory of longing and a deeper connection. One I’m not ready to name. I couldn’t remember my name at this point. I certainly did not

XANDERIf I’m not careful, Adriana will actually go through with all her threats of killing me. Because right now, she looks like she is about to pick the knife on the table and lodge it in my throat. Something tells me she’ll enjoy watching me bleed out.Still, why the hell does that make my dick throb?I shouldn’t be feeling this at the thought of violence. But then again, this isn’t because of the violence. It is because she will be the one hurting me.And will it really be hurting me if I’m looking forward to it?Maybe Daciana is right, I do need to see a doctor.Speaking of which, I noticed how Adriana didn't have any recollection of her. Which confirmed my thoughts. Dreaya tweaked her memories. It does make me feel greatly better to know she doesn't just hate me.God knows what that crazy, spiteful bitch had told her.“Does that help you sleep better at night?” She asks after a moment.I noticed her doing breathing exercises. All to refrain from killing me. Knowing I have that m

XANDER I didn’t mention the blood on Adriana’s hand because it seemed she didn’t notice, or maybe her mind was on something else. Probably the latter. The second the metallic smell had hit my nostrils, I almost lost it. I knew it was hers. Her natural scent was very strong even with the stench of blood. Maybe it has something to do with her suddenly falling asleep. God, I hope Dreaya hasn’t done some crazy witch voodoo on her. I wouldn’t waste a second before killing that woman if she dared hurt her. Forget that she is her mother and she’ll probably never forgive me. I would rather spend the rest of my life making up for that, than let her go back to a place if she isn’t being treated well. I took her to my current room where I laid her on the bed. I wasn’t surprised when I saw the wound had healed on its own. That is to be expected. I couldn’t tell where she had gotten cut. Due to movement, it has messed up pretty much her whole hand. I sighed then took off my jacket. I rolled

XANDERAdriana shudders against me which you can already guess didn’t help. I am convinced she is doing this on purpose but she doesn’t exactly look ready to take it anywhere.I shouldn’t forget. She can be a fucking tease when she wants to. And right now, must be one of those times.“Stop.” I growl as I nibble on her earlobes.My little wolf, who I’m now seeing really does have a devil steak in her, moans. It was soft, slightly high pitched. So perfect, it had pre-cum leaking from my tip.An animalistic sound tore from my chest and I switched our position. Now she was the one lying on her back and I’m above her, I hold my height on my forearms which are on both sides of her head. She looks up at me, her bright eyes dark and daring. And she slowly licks her lips.Fuck me.The devil, I tell you.“Are you ready to finish what you started,” I lean down, very close to pressing my lips against hers.It takes every ounce of self control that I have to not actually do that. Capture her lips

ADRIANA I didn’t bother with lotion when I walked out. I went straight into trying to find out where my dress was. It wasn’t on the floor along with the rest of Xander’s clothing. Literally nothing of mine was there. The other option I had was to go out and check. Which, like I said, wasn’t really an option. I’m sure they know Xander hasn’t come out all morning. What am I supposed to say when they ask me where he is? Something tells me he isn’t the type to sleep in, either. So I couldn’t say he was still sleeping. And if I manage to convince them he is sleeping. How will I get out of here when I don't even have clothes? So far, the only available option is the shirt I took off. I don’