My Stepbrother, My Mate
I whispered, my body tensing, every muscle locking up as the danger came rushing back to me.
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his expression hardening. The playful, seductive gleam in his gaze had dimmed, replaced by something darker, more urgent. He knew it too—we were not alone.
But instead of pulling away completely, Xavier pressed one last, lingering kiss to my lips. It was slow, sensual, but filled with danger—the kind of kiss that felt like it was meant to drive me mad, to make me crave him even more. And as his lips left mine, he whispered, “You’re not going anywhere, Henry. Not until I say so.”
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