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I woke up feeling the intense heat of Xavier's body pressing against mine in the spacious bed. His scent hung in the air, it was dark, spicy, and possessive, stirring my omega instincts into immediate action.
Morning light streamed softly through the tall windows, creating gentle patterns on the rumpled sheets, but there was nothing soft about how his rut had flared up overnight.
His skin felt fever-hot against mine, slick with a light sheen of sweat, his muscles coiled with barely contained strength as he pulled me closer even while sleeping.
His cock was already hard and leaking against my thigh, pulsing with urgent need. When his gray eyes opened, they were darker than I'd ever seen them, pupils blown wide with a primal hunger that sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.
