NYX’S POV
The sharp tips glistened under the dim light, recklessly close to my neck.
My breath hitched.
For a fleeting moment, hope flickered inside me.
Would he—?
Xander's grip on me tightened, his fingers trembling slightly as if preventing himself from something risky. His golden eyes darkened, burning with an emotion I couldn't explain—desire? Pain? Conflict?
Then he leaned in, his breath fading over the sensitive spot on my neck. A shiver ran down my spine, my body was betraying me, aching for his touch. I pressed closer, quietly pleading, urging him to just give in.
I thought he would.
Then, suddenly, he stiffened. His hands released their hold on me, adjusting my stance so I remained upright. The
The void of his warmth sent a chill through my body.
He was free from me.
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