Third Person POV
There was a short pause as silence stretched between the two and the air continued to crackle with tension.
The gears in his head were shifting as he thought of a plausible reason. She was right, why exactly did he do that? Why did he kiss her? Was it to spite Aurelia? Or was it something else… that he was starting to actually fall for Stella? He didn't know. He simply shook his head.
"It doesn't matter," he simply said, dismissing her. "Just don't show up at my workplace again."
His words were like daggers, piercing right through her chest and into her heart. It was like a switch flipped in her.
"Fine," she muttered. "Then you don't deserve to eat the food I prepared." Before he knew it, he watched as she took the plates of food and chucked them into the bin impulsively.
"Are you crazy?!"
She cackled like a mad woman as she met his gaze.
"I'm done… I'm out of here. Have fun eating nothing."
He never once thought of chasing after her, only watching as she ran out of his house.
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Warning: Sexually explicit content
I was just about to close my eyes when I heard a knock on the door. My eyes shot wide open now as I sat up and before I could say another word, I watched as the door was pushed open.
My eyes fell on Xavier who was standing by the door in his plain black shirt and shorts. His dark hair was still slightly damp, he had probably just taken a shower. He leaned his shoulder against the door frame and he crossed his arms over his chest as we locked eyes from afar.
I arched a brow at him. "What?"
"The kiss…" he began, the words rolling off the tip of his tongue smoothly and the memories from before flooded my mind in an instant and the same feeling washed over me. "Don't overthink it, it was nothing," he finally said, jolting me back to reality.
"Nothing?" I repeated, tossing his word back at him. For some reason, I felt hurt. What did he mean that it was nothing? That kiss wasn't nothing, I felt something…
"I was simply playing my role as your husband, and perhaps got a little too engrossed."
"Playing a role? You are my husband."
"On paper, yes," he corrected. "But come on, we only got married because of personal reasons, it's not like we are in love or something."
He was right… unfortunately. We weren't in love. I barely know this guy, so why does it hurt? Why did my heart feel so heavy?
He turned his back and was just about to leave when I found myself calling out to him as his name left my lips.
"Xavier."
He whipped his head around to look at me. Without a single warning, I rose from my bed and marched towards him, throwing my arms around his neck and leaning in closer to him, our faces barely inches apart.
Before I knew it, my eyes fluttered shut and I was pressing my lips against his.
"Is the kiss still nothing now?"
I leaned back to look at him, my arms still slung around his neck as my eyes were holding his captive. The corners of my lips curved upwards into a slight smile.
A look of lust flashed past his eyes and his initial nonchalant demeanour shifted entirely within a split second. A smirk tugged at his lips.
"Don't start something you can't finish."
"Who says I can't?"
The smirk that was etched onto his face grew even wider than before. He didn't say another word as he only reached up to cup my cheeks in his hands and pulled me towards him, and soon, our lips collided once again.
My hands slowly travelled up to play with his hair while I could feel his hands trace my curves sensually, sliding down to grab onto my waist as our chests were pressed against each other. Our lips never parted as his fingers brushed past my skin, sending a tingling sensation right down my spine once again. Everything just seemed to make sense.
He picked me up effortlessly, his strong arms now holding me by my thighs. He walked towards the edge of the bed and threw me down onto it, my back hitting the soft mattress beneath me.
Without wasting another second, he climbed on top of me, pinning my wrists down on either side of my head. He leaned back down to press a searing kiss on my lips. I could hear his breathing getting louder each time as my heart raced inside my chest as his body loomed over me, radiating heat and warmth.
With each touch, a shiver of delight and ecstasy ran down my spine, and I was desperate for more. His hand naturally reached for my pyjamas shirt, his finger playing at the top button for a while and he paused to look down at me.
"You know…It's not too late to say no," he murmured in his deep voice beside my ear.
Silence lapsed between us for a moment before I broke it.
Our gaze matched and I looked at him with an expectant look on my face. "I want you," I blurted out.
He smirked. "Of course you do."
He didn't waste any time as I soon found myself completely naked while his body hovered over mine. In a split second, he had ripped clothes off my body, tossing them onto the ground like they were nothing more than old pieces of rags.
His hand reached down to my mound, and instinctively, I sucked in a deep breath as his warm fingers brushed past my skin, almost as if he was taunting me. He carefully caressed and touched, rubbing my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure that left me wanting more. I could start to feel the wetness gathering down there with each passing second.
"Xavier…" His name left my parted lips as I let a soft moan escape my lips.
"Excited much?" He teased. As soon as the words left his mouth, without a single warning, he inserted two fingers inside of me and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. He pushed his fingers in and out of me while his other hand reached up fondle with my breasts, his finger circling my nipple.
I squirmed in delight beneath him as pleasure coursed through my body, adrenaline pumping in every single vein inside of my body.
"Take… take it off," I demanded in between breaths, struggling to get the words out of me as arousal clouded my mind while my fingers tugged at the band of his pants. He didn't stop as he continued to finger me while his free hand reached for the hem of his shirt and he pulled it off in one swift motion before he pulled his shorts off too.
My gaze naturally flickered down to look at the V-line that led down to his hard cock. His body looked as though he was hand built by the Greek god himself. His biceps and defined abs were looking extra nice under the soft yellow glow that lit up the entire room. I found myself licking my lips unknowingly as I savoured the view before my eyes and feelings of lust started to take over my body.
He must have noticed me staring. "I take it that you like what you are seeing?"
"Mhmm… I do," I mumbled under my breath, my eyes still fixated on his body.
He grabbed me by my waist, his touch promising a wickedly good time. He leaned down closer to me, our faces barely a hair breadth width apart and I could feel his hot breath fanning my neck. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you can't walk tomorrow."
His words easily sent another gush of wetness down there as my imagination started to run wild inside my head and my body started to tremble with excitement. I could barely control myself any longer as all senses and rationality were long gone.
"Then, what are you waiting for?"