Azlynn’s P.O.V.

But that wasn’t just a kiss!

Xavion’s touch wasn’t gentle, but it was a war, biting, desperate, and possessive. My back slammed against the cool wall as his mouth claimed mine, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made me ache for more. I couldn’t help but kiss him back with the same passion, losing myself in the fiery temptation of the bond.

He didn’t stop at the kiss and slid his hands under my shirt, tracing my skin roughly. I gasped as he curled his fingers over my rib cage and dragged my shirt over my head in one swift motion.

Bella howled in my...