You had just returned home with Xavier after the party. The silence between you was heavy, thick with unspoken tension. He hadn’t said a word since you danced with Zayne, but you could feel the jealousy radiating off him.

The sound of rain poured against the windows as he stood behind you. You gazed outside for a moment before looking up at him, your fingers gripping his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“Are you pretending to be mad?” you teased, knowing full well how much it had bothered him.

His dark eyes burned into yours before he suddenly pushed you against the cold glass.

“I’ve only pretended not to be,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips brushed over your shoulder, trailing soft kisses down your back. He tilted your chin up, his mouth tracing a heated path along your neck until he reached your ear.

“It looks like… I won’t be easily satisfied tonight,” he whispered huskily.

Before you could react, he turned you to face him, effortlessly lifting you into his arms. Carrying you bridal-style, he walked toward the bed, his intentions unmistakable.