CHAPTER 25

"Oh father, I committed a huge sin by making my girlfriend upset and for taking my anger out on a boy. Please forgive me," Xavier intoned dramatically. His exaggerated performance was clearly meant to be humorous and to ease the tension between them.

Despite her initial annoyance, Ava couldn't help but smile at his antics. "Tell the father that I can handle my things, and you shouldn't worry," she replied, rolling her eyes but clearly amused.

Xavier raised his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, his expression softening as he met her gaze. Ava continued "And, you receive roses every day, and I keep my mouth shut even though I'm jealous. Why can't you do the same?"

Xavier folded his arms and looked at her with a teasing glint in his eye. "I never asked you to shut your emotions, and I don't get roses every day."

"But you do receive them often," Ava pointed out, her tone light but earnest. "And I know how to handle myself, and the boys."

Ava's stern expression softened as she considered his words. "Fine, now let's leave the topic. I said I would control my anger."

Ava nodded in agreement, relieved that he was willing to move on. "Okay, but did you go somewhere?" she asked, glancing at his clothes with curiosity.

"Yes," Xavier replied, casually removing his coat to reveal his more relaxed attire underneath. "Noah and I went to the police station."

"What? Why?" Ava's concern was evident as she straightened up, her eyes wide.

"Remember the Tristan issue?" Xavier explained, leaning back on the couch and looking serious. "We rode the bike without helmets, and I explained the whole situation to them."

Ava's concern deepened. "Oh, what did the cops say?"

"They said they would help me find him and his gang," Xavier said, his gaze intense as he looked at her. His concern was palpable, but his attention kept drifting back to Ava, indicating his preoccupation with her.

"And I have something to tell you," Xavier added, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone.

"What is it?" Ava asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Have I ever told you how hot you look in your sports outfits?" Xavier asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Ava's cheeks flushed with a deep red as she shyly scratched her neck, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. "No," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Then let me tell you," Xavier's voice was a dark whisper, laden with unspoken promises. He leaned in slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, a predatory glint in his gaze. As he pushed Ava down onto the yoga mat, he was deliberate and unyielding, his body a solid weight that pressed her into the soft surface. He loomed over her, his hands gripping her waist with a fierce possessiveness.

His lips met hers with a hunger that bordered on desperation. The kiss was not gentle; it was intense and demanding. He sucked on her lower lip, his teeth grazing it lightly before he tilted his head, seeking deeper access. His hands roamed over her curves with a deliberate sensuality, exploring every inch of her body as if trying to memorize her form.

Ava felt a jolt of electric pleasure surge through her. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the intensity of her emotions. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every bit of him against her. Her hands tangled in his hair, fingers gripping and tugging as she pulled him closer, her body arching into his.

When Xavier bit her lip, the sharp sting made her moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. "That's for making me desperate and making me wait," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with desire. His breath was warm, sending shivers down her spine.

Ava's lips curved into a teasing smile, her eyes shimmering with a mix of defiance and longing. She pressed a lingering, seductive kiss to his chin, her lips brushing against his skin with a slow, deliberate passion. "Then don't," she breathed out, her voice a sultry whisper that drove him wild.

Xavier's eyes darkened further, the intensity of his gaze reflecting a smoldering heat. He responded with an almost feral urgency, capturing her lips with a renewed fervor. His hands were in constant motion—one slipping the rubber band from her hair, letting her fringes fall around her face in disarray, the other gliding up her bare waist, fingertips tracing the curves of her body with an almost reverent touch.

Ava's hands roamed over his body, the intensity of her touch reflecting her own growing need. Her fingers slipped through his hair, brushing it back with an eager force. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her fingers deftly working to undo them, her touch growing more insistent as she revealed more of his skin. The anticipation of feeling him fully exposed to her heightened the electric tension between them.

Each kiss was a battle, each touch a claim, their bodies pressed together in an erotic dance of need and desire. The room around them seemed to close in, their breaths ragged and mingling in the charged space. Every sound, every movement, was a testament to their unrestrained passion, their intimate connection consuming them both in a dark, irresistible fervor.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD" !!!!!!!!!!a voice screamed ......