Helene
"Take off your clothes"
"Okay" I said, causing a shiver to ran across my skin, I reached for my strap of my dress. Once it's over my shoulders I pulled at the material covering my hips until my tits were uncovered and open to Xavier views.
The cool air hit my open nipples, causing goosebumps on my chill skin. I take my sweet time to remove the rest of my underwear's. I dragged the material over my ass and thigh until it pooled at my feet, leaving me completely bare to Xavier eye.
His mouth was at my breast and l let out a gasp as his tongue swirled around my nipple. As he switched my breast, I ran my hands through his hair, leaning back and pressing my breast out to him more. One of his hand went between my thighs, sliding down my folds.
He looked down at me as he rubbed my clits. My eyes closed as I felt is finger slid into me.
"Xavier….," I cried, holding on to him.
I bit my lips, riding the pleasure his finger is giving me.
"I want you now…Xavier" I whispered.
His hand disappeared as he stood up to put on the condom. He moved back to me, slowly sinking inside me, I arched up against hi, holding on to his body as he thrust into me, lifting my hips, I met his thrust.
I couldn't stop the moans that escaped me as I could feel my orgasm coming closer. I was cought off guard as one of his hand came up, grabbing my throat in a tight grip.
My body shudder under his and I cried out in sweet release. Xavier didn't slow down until I went limp beneath him.
"On your knees." He said before leaning down to kiss my neck. I nodded forcing myself to move on my knee. He grabbed my hips and thrusting hard inside me, I let out a cry as I grabbed a pillow to hold on to. He wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me hard up against him by my throat.
Another orgasm ripped through me, bringing him closer this time for the ride. He laid on the bed pulling me against him, I turn to lay my head in his chest as we both try to catch our breath.
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I woke up in a haze, disoriented and unsure of where I was at first. The soft rustle of sheets around me was the only sound, and when my eyes slowly fluttered open, the familiar darkness of Xavier's room surrounded me. The bed beneath me felt too soft, too suffocating in a way I couldn't fully explain. His scent still lingered on the pillows and sheets, a constant reminder that I wasn't free.
For a second, I tried to convince myself that the night before had been a mistake. That everything—everything that had led me here—was just a temporary lapse, something I could shake off if I just walked away, ran fast enough to escape him. But as I pushed myself up on the bed, I saw him.
Xavier.
He was sitting across the room, his dark eyes locked on me, and even though he wasn't saying a word, the weight of his gaze felt like chains on my soul.
My heart thudded in my chest as I pulled the covers closer to me, my skin suddenly too exposed, too raw in front of him. I didn't want him to see me like this—vulnerable, unsure. But his stare was unyielding, as if he could read everything I was thinking without me saying a word.
"You're awake," his voice was low and controlled, but there was something in it that made me shiver.
"I…" I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. My mouth felt dry. "What happened last night?"
He smirked, a slight, dark curve of his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You know exactly what happened."
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to process it. The memory of his touch, the way his lips had claimed mine, the way he had pulled me into his world—it was all so overpowering, so consuming, that I couldn't distinguish what was real and what was just part of the web he had woven around me.
"You don't remember?" His voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it now, a hint of something darker that sent another jolt of fear through me.
"I do," I whispered, unable to meet his gaze. "I remember. But… it doesn't make sense."
Xavier laughed softly, the sound rich and dark. "Nothing about us makes sense, Zoey. It never will. But that doesn't change what we are."
I looked at him then, really looked at him. His features were sharp, cold, like a man carved from stone, yet there was something about him—something that made me feel like I was drowning every time he looked at me. He was powerful, a force of nature that bent everything in his orbit to his will, and I couldn't escape.
Not that I truly wanted to.
"I didn't come here to… to be like this," I finally said, my voice breaking slightly. "I didn't come here to become… whatever this is."
"Then why did you?" His question wasn't accusatory, just curious, as if he already knew the answer. But I didn't. I wasn't sure anymore.
I shook my head. "I don't know. I didn't want this. I never asked for it."
"You didn't have to." His voice was colder now, his eyes hardening as he stood from his seat. Slowly, deliberately, he walked toward me, and I instinctively pulled back, my heart racing. "I'm not asking for your permission, Zoey. You're mine now. And you're not leaving me."
The finality in his words made my chest tighten. I wanted to argue, to scream at him, to tell him I wasn't his. But my words got caught in my throat, swallowed by the undeniable truth that hovered in the air between us. I wasn't leaving him.
I couldn't.
He reached out for me then, his hand gentle on my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His touch, despite its softness, still felt like a brand on my skin. And I hated myself for the way my body responded to him, for the way my heart beat faster when he touched me, when he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
"I don't want to belong to you," I said, my voice hoarse, but there was no conviction behind the words. I didn't know if I even believed them anymore.
His lips quirked into that predatory smile that always made my stomach twist. "You already do, Zoey. Whether you like it or not."
I wanted to scream, to run, but the room felt small, and I was trapped between him and the bed. There was nowhere to go, no escape from the suffocating reality that he had wrapped me in.
"I don't want this," I repeated, as if saying it aloud would make it true.
Xavier didn't respond immediately. He simply stared at me, as if he were trying to figure out just how far I was willing to go, how much I was willing to give up to escape. And as much as I hated it, I knew the answer.
I wasn't leaving him.
Not now. Not ever.
"You don't have to want it," he finally said, his voice softer this time, but the edge of darkness was still there. "You just have to accept it."
I flinched at his words, at the weight of them. How could I accept this? How could I accept him?
But a small part of me, the part I hated most, already had.
And I was scared to admit it.
"I'll never accept it," I whispered, the words falling from my lips like a broken promise.
Xavier didn't react right away. Instead, he leaned in, his face inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. "You already have."
I wanted to push him away, wanted to scream, wanted to fight, but I didn't. Instead, I stayed there, frozen in place, unable to do anything but let him pull me deeper into the abyss.
I was already too far gone.