Whisperes Of Desire
As June lay in the soft glow of the dimly lit room, Xavier Blackwood hovered above her, his striking green eyes ablaze with an intensity that both excited and terrified her. The air was thick with tension, and she felt as if she were teetering on the edge of something profound. “What made you think I wouldn’t kill my brother?” he asked, his voice low and filled with a dark promise. His fingers brushed her cheek, a contrast to the violence in his words. “Xavier...” she whispered. “I swore on the thing which is holy,” he continued, leaning closer, his breath hot against her skin. “If I saw his eyes on you again, I’ll claim you in his blood.” His gaze was unyielding, filled with a raw possessiveness that sent chills coursing through her. June’s heart raced, fear and desire swirling together in an intoxicating mix. She knew he meant every word. There was a dangerous edge to his affection, an obsession that made her pulse quicken. pressing her back into the sheets, his body a heavy weight above her. “You need to understand the depths of my commitment to you I'll kill anyone who dares to look at what's mine, even if it’s my own blood.” His lips captured hers in a fierce kiss, claiming her completely. in the intensity she could see the storm brewing in his eyes. his tone low and serious, “you are mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.” With that, he closed the distance again, enveloping her in his warmth, igniting a fire that consumed her. She found herself surrendering to the darkness of his obsession, knowing that in his world, there was no escape.
