CHAPTER 34

Xavier's eyes darkened as he prepared himself, the sight of her laid out before him, open and vulnerable, only fueling his desire. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with a possessive hunger that left her breathless. As he pushed into her again, this time with agonizing slowness, she felt every inch of him, the way he stretched and filled her, the delicious friction that made her toes curl.

Ava gasped, her body tensing as she adjusted to the fullness of him, the initial shock of pain mingling with the pleasure, creating a heady cocktail of sensations that made her eyes squeeze shut. Tears welled up, slipping down her cheeks as she felt the overwhelming emotion of the moment—her vulnerability, her trust in him, the way he claimed her so completely.

Sensing her discomfort, Xavier paused, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss. "I love you, Ava Jones," he whispered, his voice a soft caress that contrasted sharply with the intensity of their connection. His words were filled with emotion, grounding her, reminding her of the love that underpinned the raw, physical act they were sharing.

His tenderness gave her the strength to push through the discomfort, to embrace the moment. He kissed her again, slower this time, giving her time to adjust, to relax around him. "Tell me when you're ready," he murmured, his voice full of care and patience, a stark contrast to the dominance he had shown just moments before.

Ava took a deep breath, her body gradually relaxing as she became accustomed to the feel of him inside her. She could feel the tension slowly dissipating, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure. She nodded, signaling her readiness, and Xavier began to move again, his thrusts slow and gentle at first, coaxing soft moans from her lips.

As her discomfort faded, pleasure began to bloom in its place, spreading through her like wildfire. Xavier's hands found her breasts once more, his fingers playing with her nipples, teasing and twisting until she was arching into his touch, her moans growing louder, more desperate. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more insistent, driving deeper into her with each stroke.

"Oh, God, Xavier," she cried out, her voice thick with emotion as the pleasure built to an unbearable height. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body trembling with the intensity of it all. Xavier, sensing her impending release, growled low in his throat, his voice deep and strained with desire.

"You're so tight, Ava. Fuck," he groaned, his words a mix of lust and admiration as he massaged her breasts, his hands moving with a newfound urgency. He leaned down, taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting with fervor. The sensation sent shockwaves through her, making her back arch, her fingers tangling in his hair as she clung to him.

The pressure inside her built, coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn't hold back any longer. "Xavier, I'm going to come," she warned, her voice breathless and desperate as the tension within her reached its peak. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing in pleasure as she screamed his name.

Xavier followed her over the edge, his own release ripping through him with an intensity that left him groaning deeply. He buried himself in her one final time, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—her cries of ecstasy, his guttural moans, the rhythmic slapping of their skin as they moved together, and finally, the soft, labored breaths as they both came down from the heights of their shared pleasure.

They collapsed together, bodies intertwined, the aftershocks of their release still tingling through them. Xavier wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they lay there, savoring the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.

Breathless and spent, Xavier carefully withdrew, disposing of the condom before returning to her side. He pulled her close, their bodies still warm and flushed from the intensity of their lovemaking. He kissed the side of her neck, his lips lingering against her skin as he whispered, "You were incredible, sweetheart. Absolutely incredible."

Ava, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, sighed contentedly as she snuggled into his embrace. She could feel his hand tracing soothing circles on her lower back, lulling her into a state of blissful relaxation.

"Mmmm," she murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion. Her eyes fluttered shut as sleep began to claim her, the warmth and safety of Xavier's arms making her feel utterly at peace.

As Ava drifted off, Xavier held her close, his heart swelling with a deep, protective love. He knew that this night had changed everything between them, binding them together in a way that was both beautiful and irrevocable. And as he watched her sleep, he vowed to himself that he would cherish her, protect her, and love her for as long as he lived.

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The soft morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Xavier lay quietly, gazing at the exquisite woman resting in his arms. Her body was adorned with the marks of their passion, each one a testament to the wild night they had shared. He couldn't help but feel a swell of contentment, knowing he had found someone who was perfect for him in every way.

As Ava stirred, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. The memories of the previous night came rushing back to her, causing her cheeks to flush with warmth. Embarrassed, she buried her face into Xavier's chest, seeking comfort in his familiar scent.

He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating with amusement. "There's no point in being shy now, love," he teased, his voice laced with affection. "Especially after how wild we were last night."

"Good morning to you too," she mumbled, pulling away slightly. She attempted to stand up, but a sharp ache shot through her legs, reminding her of the intensity of their encounter.

Xavier grinned, a mix of pride and playfulness in his eyes. "I told you I'd make your lie a truth, sweetheart." Without another word, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

Once there, he gently lowered her into the warm, inviting water of the bathtub. Ava settled on his lap, sighing in relief as the heat of the water soothed her sore muscles. The tension from the night before slowly melted away, leaving her feeling relaxed and content.

She gathered her hair to one side, exposing the smooth, bare skin of her back to him. The gesture was intimate, inviting him to continue their tender moment. As she reached for the body wash and loofah, Xavier's hands began to trail softly along her back, his touch light and affectionate.

"Are you sore yet?" he asked, his voice a hushed whisper against her neck. He placed a delicate kiss on her nape, his lips lingering as his fingers traced patterns down her spine.

Ava shivered under his touch, a mix of pleasure and lingering tenderness spreading through her body. "A little," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. But there was a softness in her tone, a contentment that mirrored the peaceful morning surrounding them.

Ava sighed in contentment, her body reacting to his intimate caresses. "I'm a little sore," she admitted, her voice laced with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. "But it's the kind of ache that reminds me of how amazing last night was."

Xavier's breath grew heavier as he listened to her words. "Now that I've tasted you, I find myself craving more. How about another round?" His voice was hushed with need, his hand resting possessively on her waist.

Ava leaned back, her body pressing against his as she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. "In that case," she said, her voice sultry as she guided his hand from her tummy to her clit, grinding against him with deliberate slowness.

"I'm ready, Xavier," she continued, her voice a tantalizing whisper. She placed his other hand on her clit as well, her movements conveying her eagerness.

And so, with an undeniable connection and mutual desire, they embarked on another round of shared passion, their bodies entwined and their breaths mingling in the steamy confines of the bathtub.