Alphas of Blackmoon
Xavier dominated the moment with one hand firmly on the nape of my neck and the other gripping my hip.
"Xavier," I moaned, calling out his name, which was met with a deep growl, signalling his increasing pleasure. The intensity of our connection brought us to a mutual climax. We shared a deep, passionate kiss, a testament to the moment's intimacy. After helping me redress, Xavier swiftly pulled on his pants. With magic at my fingertips, I quickly refreshed my makeup just in time. The door opened, revealing our awaiting clients. The relief that they hadn't walked in earlier washed over me.