"I hate you."
Xavier just kept saying it, even as he pushed me down onto the bed, tearing my shorts from my body. "I hate you." Climbing between my legs, pinning my hands above my head, I could feel his frustration in his rough movements. "I hate you." Staring into hungry silver eyes, my heels dug into his back as he forced his body into mine. "I hate you." Whispered now, even more volatile as the bed creaked beneath us, his teeth ripping into my bottom lip. "f**k," he groaned, ignoring the tremble of my legs, how violently my hips had jolted upward at the sensation of his teeth breaking my skin. Parting my lips, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling his weight on top of me. "Love," he breathed, grip on my wrists bruising, hips moving with a ferocity that made
