Xavier's fingers traced the curve of Angel's jaw, his thumb brushing away the last remnants of saliva from her lips. His voice was a low, rough murmur. "You want your full payment?" His grip tightened slightly, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together. "Then let me show you what a real connection feels like."
He didn't wait for her to respond. His hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly before tossing her onto the bed. The sheets were neatly tucked, the air thick with the scent of sex and something darker—something raw. He followed her down, his body caging hers, his eyes locked onto hers with a look that made her breath hitch.
Angel's fingers clenched the sheets, her body already reacting to the promise in his gaze. She watched as he stripped off the rest of his clothes, his muscles shifting with every movement. When he crawled over her, his body pressing down on hers, she could feel the heat radiating off him, the sheer weight of him overwhelming.
