Mias POV

Xaviers lips pressed against mine again, his possessiveness radiating through every movement. It was rough, demanding, and left no room for me to breathe or think. My hands gripped his shirt tightly, but not out of affectionI was trying to push him away.

But he wasnt stopping. His teeth grazed my lips, biting them, pulling me closer as if he couldnt get enough. My frustration boiled over, and without thinking, I bit him back, ...