Page 22 of Breakers (Academy of Stardom 3)

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The force of Xeno’s passion lifts me off my feet as he grasps the back of my thighs and smashes his lips against mine. There’s no tenderness as his fingers curl roughly around the back of my neck and he forces his tongue into my willing mouth. There’s no warmth as he crushes my body between his and the wall. He isn’t gentle when he grasps my breast in his rough palm and squeezes.

This is fire.

This is pain.

This is a suffocating kind of anguish.

This is a combustible explosion.

This is a stripping of every bad fucking decision, of every cruel word, every act of hate and replacing it with something infinitely more dangerous for our hearts.

It’s a crushing, crashing, bruising pain.

It’s the breaking apart of what we had as kids and reforming it into something new.

It’s overwhelming.

I’ve never been kissed, touched, so… sodesperately.

He’s wild. Unhinged. Raw.

This is the true Xeno.

And I understand why he held back. Why he was so afraid to let himself love me.

Because this right here is the real beating heart of a man who’s finally let go of his restraint. Who’s given in to his true emotions, and it’s clear he’s suffering for it.

I don’t think he could stop himself even if he wanted to.

And Idon’twant him to. As selfish as that sounds, I don’t want him to stop.

If this is who he truly is, then I must love that part too. I won’t pick and choose. I have to accept him for who he isnow, no matter how bitter the taste of leaving those boys behind leaves in my mouth. He was right when he accused me of seeing them all as they once were. They aren’t those boys anymore, and Ihaveto accept who they are now and not mourn a past I can’t change.

Maybe I should be afraid. Maybe this is the worst thing that could happen between us. Or maybe this is exactly what we’ve needed to happen to finally break down that last wall keeping us apart, crash it to the fucking ground and crush it until it’s nothing but dust.

We’ve been building up to this moment for years. This is a culmination of all the fervent glances, the heated arguments, the raucous laughter, the flirtatious jokes, the angry glares, the dances, the hate, the pain, the friendship, the love.

This is us.

This is me and Xeno.

This is everything.

His kiss robs me of my breath.

His grip bruises.

His hands fly over my body, grasping and squeezing in his insatiable need to fulfil the deep cavernous hole in his heart. He rips my t-shirt up over my head, removing my bra with ease, and leaving my tits bare before him. Xeno’s chest heaves as he takes me in. Thehungerin his gaze has me gasping, and when he ducks his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, I writhe in his arms.

“Fucking beautiful,” he utters against my skin, his voice guttural.

Kissing across my chest, he draws my other nipple between his teeth, sucking in some of the plump flesh surrounding it, and bites me hard enough to leave little indents of his teeth. I let out a shriek of sudden pain before he soothes the bite with the gentle caress of his lips. Then he fuckinglicksme, and the heat between my legs combusts, causing my body to soak it with wetness until my knickers are drenched with lust.

Sliding his hot tongue and mouth across the globes of my flushed breasts, Xeno kisses and licks up the center of my chest and neck before finding my lips once more and kissing me deeply.

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