CHAPTER 33

Ava waited with anticipation, looking stunning in her black spaghetti-strap dress that hugged every curve of her body. The door was slightly ajar, and when Xavier entered the room and flicked on the lights, his breath caught.

The bedroom was adorned with flowers, giving it the ambiance of a wedding night. Xavier's eyes roamed the room before settling on Ava, and for a moment, he was speechless. The sight of her in that short, form-fitting dress nearly drove him wild.

Ava smiled warmly at him. "Happy Birthday, Xavier," she said, moving to hug him.

He quickly gathered his scattered thoughts and embraced her in return. "Thank you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips. "You look beautiful, Ava."

"Thank you," she replied, her smile deepening.

His gaze drifted to the table where a cake, his favorite wine, and various foods were laid out. After they finished eating, Xavier cut the cake and fed a piece to Ava. They sipped on his favorite red wine, and as Ava gazed at him, her eyes drifted to the thin tissue placed on the table.

As if reading her thoughts, Xavier picked up the tissue, unfolded it, and his gaze darkened with desire. Ava's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"This is my gift?" he asked, his voice deepening as his eyes bore into hers.

On the tissue, Ava had written "SEX?" in bold red marker.

"Yes," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I think it's the perfect occasion for me to lose my virginity."

"And Xavier, just because this is my first time, don't mistake me for a delicate flower. I want it rough," Ava said, her voice resolute, despite the audacity of her words.

Xavier chuckled softly. "Is this because of Britney?" he asked, pulling out his phone and playing a recording. Ava's own voice echoed back at her: "How come I didn't know about it? Just a week ago, when we had sex, he fucked me so rough I couldn't walk properly for a week."

"How did you get it?" she asked him in disbelief.

"I have my sources, sweet" he said

Ava's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she cleared her throat. "It's not because of her. I just want us to take things to the next level. If you prefer it rough and hard, then I want that too."

Xavier's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and caution. "Are you certain, love? This isn't something to take lightly, although I'd be more than happy to turn your words into reality," he said, his gaze drifting slowly over her body, savoring every inch.

"I'm sure, Xavier," she replied firmly. "I want to give myself to you as a gift."

Xavier's expression darkened with raw desire as he looked at Ava, his gaze filled with unrestrained hunger. "You asked for it," he growled, standing abruptly and shoving the table aside with a single, powerful motion. Without another word, he closed the distance between them, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that left no room for hesitation.

Ava responded instantly, her arms winding around his neck as she pulled him closer, matching his intensity with her own. His hands moved with purpose, one pinning her against the wall while the other roamed her body, caressing her curves with a tantalizingly slow, deliberate touch. The heat between them was electric, their tongues clashing in a battle for dominance that sent shivers down her spine. When Xavier bit down on her lower lip, a moan of pleasure escaped her, the sound muffled by their fervent kiss.

He didn't give her a chance to recover as he pulled away, only to trail his lips down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left a path of possessive marks in his wake. Ava's breath hitched, her body arching into him as she tilted her head to the side, offering herself to him completely. The feeling of his hardness pressing against her stomach sent a jolt of desire straight to her core, and she instinctively rose on her toes, grinding against him in a desperate attempt to feel more. Her thong was soaked, a testament to how much she craved him.

Xavier's hands gripped her waist tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pressed her harder against the wall. His mouth continued its journey down her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin before he bit down gently on her collarbone, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. She could feel his breath hot against her skin as he murmured against her neck, his voice a low, seductive growl that sent shivers straight to her core.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath ragged with need as he nipped at her earlobe. "The way I take control, the way I make you mine."

"Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation as she ground her hips against him, seeking more of the delicious friction. "I want more."

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her body as his hands moved to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. "Oh, you'll get more, Ava," he promised, his tone dripping with lust as he squeezed her breasts, drawing another moan from her lips.

"Turn around," he commanded, his voice rough with need.

Ava complied without hesitation, her heart racing as she turned to face the wall. She could feel his hands on her hips, rough and demanding. Her breath hitched as she felt his hands slide down her back, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When he reached the curve of her ass, he squeezed, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

Xavier groaned deeply, his eyes darkening as he took a step back to fully appreciate the sight before him. Ava's chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, her lips swollen from their heated kisses, her hair tousled in a way that only intensified her allure. The raw hunger in his gaze made her heart race faster, the anticipation nearly unbearable.

With a low growl, he pulled her close, then swiftly turned her around, his large hands gripping her hips with a possessive intensity. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Do you mind if I tear this off, love?"

Ava shuddered at his words, her pulse quickening. "No," she gasped, her voice breathy and filled with anticipation.

Without hesitation, Xavier's strong hands grabbed the fabric of her dress, and with one rough tug, he ripped it away, exposing the black, see-through lingerie that clung to her curves, accentuating every line of her body. The sheer material left little to the imagination, and the way his eyes roamed over her made her core tighten with desire.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, the primal need in his voice sending shivers down her spine. His hands roamed over her now-exposed skin, his touch both tender and commanding. With a sudden, effortless movement, he lifted her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. She landed on the soft sheets, breathless, her eyes locked on his as he followed her down, his body hovering over hers.

Xavier's lips crashed against her neck, his mouth hot and insistent as he left a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. He nipped at the sensitive flesh, drawing a loud moan from her as he marked her as his. His tongue flicked over the bite mark, soothing the sting with a slow, deliberate lick that had her arching into him, desperate for more.

"Ughhh, Xavier," she moaned, her body writhing beneath him, seeking more contact, more of his touch.

Unable to resist the overwhelming desire that coursed through her, Ava pushed against his chest, flipping their positions so that she was straddling him. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with lust as she captured his lips in a searing kiss. Her hands moved quickly, deftly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest. His hands gripped her ass possessively, pulling her closer as she ground against his growing arousal.

As she pulled away from his lips, her mouth trailed down his neck, leaving a path of hot, lingering kisses. Her hands explored the expanse of his torso, feeling the strength of the muscles beneath his skin. When she reached the waistband of his pants, she wasted no time, quickly undoing his belt and sliding it off. She looked up at him with a wicked smile before claiming his mouth once more, their kiss filled with a fiery passion.

But Xavier was not one to be easily overpowered. With a swift, commanding motion, he flipped her back beneath him, taking control once more. His hand came down on her thigh with a firm slap, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. He smirked at her reaction before skillfully unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. His mouth immediately latched onto her right breast, his tongue flicking over her hardened nipple as his other hand kneaded the soft flesh of her other breast.

"Aaah," Ava cried out, her back arching off the bed as she buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her aching body.

Xavier switched his attention to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his lips and tongue working her into a state of desperate need. His free hand slipped down her body, finding its way to the heat between her legs. He rubbed her through the thin fabric of her thong, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles that had her moaning and writhing beneath him.

The pleasure was intoxicating, a heady mix of anticipation and need that left her trembling. Xavier's lips began a slow, torturous descent down her body. He placed soft, lingering kisses along her ribcage before moving lower, his mouth hovering just above her navel. He sucked gently on the sensitive skin there, his tongue teasing her with each flick, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

As his lips continued their journey downward, they brushed over her hips, his breath warm against her skin. When he finally reached her breasts again, he didn't rush. Instead, he took his time, savoring every moment as he flicked his tongue over her hardened nipples. Ava's moans filled the room, each one louder than the last, as she arched into his touch, her hands clutching the sheets in desperation.

With each kiss, Xavier set Ava's skin ablaze, his mouth a masterful instrument of pleasure that left her quivering beneath his touch. He moved down her body with agonizing slowness, letting every inch of his tongue imprint on her skin, setting off waves of desire that made her arch toward him, craving more. His breath was hot against her navel as he paused there, teasing her with gentle circles, his tongue dipping just enough to make her gasp, before he continued his descent.

When he finally reached her clit, he didn't rush. Instead, he hovered there, letting the tension build until it was nearly unbearable. Ava's breath hitched, her body aching with need. She could feel his breath on her, warm and tantalizing, making her wetter with every passing second. He let his lips ghost over her, barely touching, just enough to make her hips jerk forward, seeking more of the contact she desperately needed.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Xavier flicked his tongue over her clit, so lightly it was almost a whisper of a touch. Ava moaned, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her like a lightning bolt. Sensing her desperation, he applied more pressure, his tongue moving with expert precision, drawing out every moan and gasp from her lips as if he were playing her body like a finely tuned instrument.

"Fuck, love," Xavier breathed against her, his voice thick with unrestrained hunger as his eyes devoured every inch of her. "You look like a goddess spread out like this."

His words sent another jolt of desire through her, and before she could fully process it, he slipped his hand inside her thong. One finger slid inside her slick heat, testing her readiness. The sensation was electric, and Ava let out a loud, involuntary moan, her body tightening around him.

"You're dripping for me, Ava," Xavier murmured, his tone one of smug satisfaction. He withdrew his finger, only to thrust it back in, deeper this time. "How does it feel?" he asked, his voice a low growl, fully aware of the intense pleasure mingled with the exquisite pain he was causing.

"I feel—" Ava tried to respond, but her words were swallowed by a gasp as he added another finger, stretching her further. The sensation was almost too much, her body straining under the delicious pressure.

"Oh my God!" she screamed, her voice thick with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.

"I asked you something, Ava," Xavier said, his voice dripping with dominance as he added a third finger, pushing her to her limits. "How does it feel?"

"Fuck!" Ava cried, her body arching off the bed as she struggled to keep her wits about her. "Great, I feel fucking great," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered completely to the pleasure.

Xavier's lips curled into a dark, satisfied smirk as he finally removed her thong. "I like you in these," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Once you move in with me, you'll be wearing thongs like these for me every day."

Ava's core clenched tightly around his fingers, and Xavier chuckled darkly, clearly pleased with her response. "Just like that, baby. Your tight little cunt is doing such a good job," he murmured, his voice rough with lust.

But just as she was about to tumble over the edge into her climax, he withdrew his fingers, leaving her teetering on the brink. The sudden emptiness made her moan in frustration, her body aching for the release he had cruelly denied.

"Ugh, Xavier," she moaned, her voice thick with need.

Before she could protest further, Ava raised herself up, her hands trembling with urgency as she unbuttoned his pants. With a predatory look, Xavier removed them, revealing his throbbing erection straining against his boxers. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him, the size of his hardened length both intimidating and exhilarating.

"Let me," Ava murmured, her voice soft yet commanding as she pushed him back onto the bed. She wrapped her hand around his thick cock, her strokes slow and deliberate at first, enjoying the way his breath hitched under her touch. As her pace increased, Xavier groaned, the sound sending shivers of excitement down her spine.

"Just like that, baby," he muttered, his voice hoarse with pleasure as he tangled his hand in her hair, guiding her movements.

Ava leaned down, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip before she began to bob her head, taking him deeper each time. Xavier's groans grew louder, his control slipping as he neared his own release.

"Fuck, Ava, you're going to be the death of me," he muttered, his grip on her hair tightening as his hips bucked involuntarily.

Just when he was on the verge of losing control, she pulled her mouth away, leaving him gasping for air, and climbed on top of him, pressing her slick heat against his throbbing length. Grinding her hips against him, she created a delicious friction that made them both moan, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

"You like that, Xavier?" Ava teased, her voice low and sultry as she rocked her hips harder against him, their chests pressing together with each movement. "How does it feel when you're at your limit?"

Xavier's eyes darkened with a dangerous glint as he growled, "You're asking for a punishment, love." His voice was thick with promise as he flipped her over with a swift, commanding motion. "Now I'll give you the best one."

Before Ava could respond, Xavier pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and lowered his head, his breath hot against her slick folds. He licked her swollen clit with agonizing slowness, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Ava arched her back, her body bowing with need as she let out a desperate moan.

"Xavier, please," she begged, her hands clutching at the sheets as she tried to keep herself grounded.

Xavier didn't relent. Instead, he intensified his ministrations, his tongue flicking over her clit with relentless precision. Ava was lost in a haze of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the way he was pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Look at me, Ava," Xavier's voice was a low, commanding growl, dripping with authority and raw desire. The sound of it sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her shiver with anticipation. Her eyes fluttered open, instantly locking onto his. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, and it set her entire body on fire. She could see the hunger in his eyes, a dark need that made her breath catch in her throat.

He lowered his mouth to her, his lips and tongue moving with deliberate, teasing slowness. Every flick of his tongue, every graze of his teeth, was designed to drive her wild. The sensation was exquisite, a torturous blend of pleasure and frustration that had her teetering on the edge. She couldn't help herself—her hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them, her fingers rolling over her sensitive nipples as she moaned. The feel of her own touch, combined with the sight of Xavier between her legs, was almost too much to bear.

Xavier's eyes never left hers, darkening with every moan, every whimper that escaped her lips. His gaze was filled with a primal, possessive desire that made her heart pound in her chest. He was watching her unravel beneath him, taking pleasure in her helplessness, in the way she was utterly at his mercy.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, when the pleasure was building to an unbearable peak, Xavier pulled away, leaving her gasping, on the brink of release. She whimpered in protest, her body aching with need, but he silenced her with a sharp look.

"On all fours, Ava. It's time for your punishment," he ordered, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

Her heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and desperation as she quickly complied, turning and positioning herself on her hands and knees. The cool air of the room brushed against her exposed skin, only heightening her arousal. She could feel his eyes on her, roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every tremor.

With a soft click, Xavier pressed a button beside the bed, and a large mirror slid into place, reflecting the entire bed. Her breath hitched at the sight of herself—flushed, needy, completely at his mercy.

"Now, I want you to watch me as I fuck you from behind," Xavier murmured, his voice laced with dark promise. "If you close your eyes, I won't let you come. Understood?"

"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper as his hands gripped her hips firmly, positioning her just how he wanted. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the anticipation building with every passing second.

"Understood?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous as he gave her a sharp spank on her ass, the sting sending a thrill of pleasure through her.

"Understood," she gasped, tears of pure need and pleasure pricking at the corners of her eyes.

Xavier leaned in, his chest brushing against her back as he whispered in her ear, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation, her entire body taut with need.

Without another word, Xavier slowly slid the head of his cock inside her, inch by excruciating inch, until he was fully seated within her. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, as if he was filling every part of her. She moaned loudly, her body instinctively pushing back against him, craving more.

Xavier paused, savoring the tightness of her, the way she clenched around him, and then he began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Each stroke was a perfect blend of power and precision, designed to bring her to the brink and keep her there. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—her breathless moans, his low grunts of pleasure, the rhythmic slapping of their bodies as they moved together in perfect harmony.

"Look at the mirror, Ava," Xavier commanded, his voice deep and gravelly, oozing authority and desire. His hands moved over her body with purpose, exploring every curve, every dip, before coming to rest on her breasts. He squeezed them firmly, his fingers teasing her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. Ava's breath hitched, her body instinctively pressing back against him as she complied, opening her eyes to meet his through the mirror.

What she saw sent a jolt of electricity through her—a reflection of pure, unbridled lust. Her own body, flushed and trembling with need, contrasted starkly against Xavier's powerful, controlled presence behind her. His dark eyes were locked on hers, filled with a fierce intensity that made her feel completely exposed, utterly vulnerable, yet undeniably aroused.

The sight of him—strong, commanding, and completely in control—only fueled her desire. His hips moved with a relentless rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The way he dominated her body, yet with such precision and care, drove her wild. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her arousal slick against her thighs as she struggled to maintain eye contact, her gaze wavering with each powerful thrust.

Xavier's hands roamed over her body, one sliding down to her waist, gripping her firmly, while the other returned to her breasts, pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers. The dual sensations sent shivers through her, a heady mix of pleasure and pain that made her head spin. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to spill from her lips, but it was no use—every nerve in her body was on fire, her senses overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he was giving her.

Just as the tension in her belly coiled tighter, threatening to snap, Xavier suddenly withdrew, leaving her gasping, her body aching with the loss of his touch. Before she could protest, he flipped her over with a swift, fluid motion, spreading her legs wide. The cool air hit her heated core, making her shiver, and the sound of a foil wrapper tearing pierced the silence, a reminder of the raw, primal need that still burned between them.