Xavier POV
I grabbed Emery by the waist and easily placed her on top of the counter. Settling in between her legs, I press the bulge in my pants against her core.
She gasps and blushes furiously at the feel of it while I lean closer to her ear and whisper, “Can you feel that?” I ask in a sexy tone, "How much do I want you? We are mates, Emery; denying it isn't going to make the bond between us disappear."
Emery shivers against me, her heavy breath hitting the skin of my neck. She is fighting for self-control, and it's bullshit. I want her to lose herself and be as f****d up as I am because of her.
The fated bond between us is toxic, but I love it.
I gently bite Emery's earlobe, my hand tightening its hold on her waist as I feel her make small movements to grind against my crotch.
