The Art of Revenge
Serena blinked her eyes, her long curled lashes trembling slightly like two butterflies fluttering in front of her.
Her lips were delicate and soft, sweeter than the sweetest honey to him.
The heart in his chest beat fiercely, and without thinking, Xavier pulled her tightly into his embrace, kissing her.
Before deepening the kiss, he pulled back slightly, murmuring softly, “Serena, this time, it was you who provoked me!”
Before Serena could react, he leaned in again, kissing her lips deeply.
At that moment, Serena’s mind went blank. She didn’t have time to think, nor to weigh the consequences. She just wanted to let go, letting herself fall into the whirlpool of this primal desire.