Chapter Twenty
She opened her door slightly and peered outside into the bedroom. Xavion was lying on the bed and watching the ceiling, deep in thought. His face was sober and there was pain etched all over, as if he was heartbroken and unhappy. She stared at him nervously. She knew that he was worried as he lay down thinking and planning. She was in a dilemma, knowing that he was so impossible to handle.
She cleared her throat and he looked at her and smirked. "I I n need a towel please," she said with flaming red cheeks. His smirk turned into a grin. He jumped up from the bed with renewed energy. He was deeply aroused imagining her wet gorgeous body.
"Sure, baby, " he said, going to the closet. Juliette looked at him suspiciously. Why was he in such a good mood? Would he hand her the towels or not? She stared at the closet in apprehension.
Thankfully, Xavion came out of the closet with some towels and approached her. He handed her the towels, staring at her with dark eyes filled with desire and erratic breathing. She was acutely aware of his intense stare. She took the towels from his outstretched hand, avoiding his hot gaze. She didn't trust her body's reaction towards him.
"Thank you," she whispered, closing the door. She breathed out suddenly realising that she had been holding her breath out of nervousness. Well, that was easy, she thought, breathing a sigh of relief. Wiping herself, she wrapped another around her and opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Xavion wasn't around thankfully so she went into the walk-in closet. What would she wear? She didn't have any clothes to wear she suddenly realized her dismay. Would she wear Xavion's clothes? They were too big for her and would fall off her for sure. Deep in thought, she entered the walk-in closet and collided with Xavion's hard chest at the entrance of the closet. What was he doing here? She had thought he already left the room.
Xavion's arm went around her waist and he pulled her close, flush against his hard torso. His eyes were dark and dilated with desire as he stared at her intently, taking her in from head to toe. She blushed at his hot appraisal of her body. Why did this always happen to her? Why couldn't she show him that she didn't care, that his presence did not have any effect upon her? Why couldn't she show him that she was immune to his charms? Maybe because she wasn't immune to him. She still loved him despite everything. She sighed at the thought.
"Xavion where are my clothes?" She asked, trying to push him away. She loved him but she had her self respect too. She wouldn't be weak. She wouldn't give in to his charms again.
"You don't need them anyway. It's only me here and I've seen you already. I know every contour of your body like the back of my hand," he said, his mouth grazing her damp, dewy neck, his tongue licking the trail of water droplets accumulating there. Goosebumps erupted on her bare arms as a tremor ran down her body at his torture. A throbbing started deep down within her at his teasing touch.
"Please Xavion. I'm not joking," she said, trembling slightly at his nearness.
"Look at your body's reaction to me. It needs my touch," he said as his hand caressed her from her shoulders to her jawline in a feather-light touch, while his other hand held her tightly by the waist, flush against his body. Her hands went up to his bare chest to push him away. But his sharp intake of breath at her touch proved that touching him was such a mistake. She closed her eyes monetarily to compose her jumpy nerves. They were playing havoc with her senses. She still loved him and his torture made her weak. But she wouldn't give in.
"No, it doesn't. It doesn't feel anything," she said stubbornly refusing to break her resolve.
"Oh, is it? Why does it have goosebumps when I touch you like this?" He said, his hand touching her leg from her exposed knee upwards.
Her breath hitched. "It's just cold. Where are my clothes Xavion?" She said, looking down to avoid his green eyes gazing at her.
"Clothes can wait. Let me warn you first if you're so cold" he said, his hot breath warming her face as his hand crept higher and higher. Her breath hitched more as her body felt the immense need. The need to be touched by Xavion. She never felt this with any other. Only Xavion turned her into such a throbbing mess. She closed her eyes trying to control herself. She had to control the urge to kiss him wildly.
"Leave me Xavion, I don't want you," she lied, hoping that he would believe her and give up. But he was Xavion. He never gave up. He was relentless and adamant.
"Really? Let's see if it's true," he said, his hand going under her towel stroking her moist body and touching her soaking wet sensitive core. "So, wet and all mine," he whispered, sending a quiver down her whole body.
Juliette moaned his name, "Oh, Xavi," she said, closing her eyes at his touch. All her resolves vanished at the heavenly feel of Xavion's touch upon her. She had craved him for the last few years so badly. Her life had been incomplete without him. If only things were different. If only Candice hadn't come into their lives and messed up their relationship.
Xavion crashed his mouth to hers in a hot searing kiss while his fingers thrust into her and worked their magic upon her body turning it into a quivering mass. His mouth bit her, tortured her, tasted her sweetness, ravished her, branded her possessively. It wasn't just a hungry kiss. It was a wild, rough kiss which can only rob one off one's senses. His fingers vigorously thrust in and out of her in a crazy rhythm till she released her juices into his fingers. He eased the towel off her body, discarding it somewhere.
Xavion picked her up, wrapping her legs around his torso. Her hands clung to him, as she held around his shoulders to support herself. She could feel his arousal poking into her. She embedded her face in the crook of his neck in an overwhelming need to make love to him. She didn't have any control over her body or it's needed. Every sane sense left her leaving only the overwhelming need to be in his arms.
He laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her kissing her lips while his hands touched her breasts and caressed the hard peaks. Her taut peaks invited him to taste their sweetness and he obliged. His mouth left hers to trail kisses down her throat to her breasts sucking vigorously. Oh, how he missed them for the last few years. His mouth left her breasts when he had his fill and trailed downwards as she moaned holding onto the bedsheet. His mouth captured her core and his tongue tasted her wet sweet folds, devouring her and making her go wild with pleasure. She moaned his name and held onto his head till she released into his mouth.
Xavion climbed up and just embedded his face in between her breasts holding her close. Juliette clasped him to herself. She missed him so much. She loved him so much. They stayed in that position till her stomach grumbled with hunger.
Xavion got up, chuckling. "All your clothes are in the closet. Wear something and come down. I'll make some breakfast for us," he said, stroking her naked bottom.
"You can cook?" She asked with rounded eyes. He couldn't when she last remembered.
"Yeah, I learnt just for you, " he said with a wink and left. She took in what he told her, she couldn't believe her ears. Did he learn to cook just for her? What did it mean?
Juliette got up dazed and walked to the closet. Why did she always turn into a smouldering mass of nerves ready and hot whenever Xavion touched her? She felt ashamed of her body's reaction to his touch.
Her eyes popped out at the huge collection of clothes and accessories that was arranged for her neatly in the closet. Checking, she saw that they were all new. There were so many that she didn't need to buy anything for years. For how long was Xavion planning to keep her here?
She rummaged through the huge, beautiful collection of clothes and chose a lilac coloured floral sundress and matching lingerie. Wearing them, she brushed her hair into a ponytail and left the room.
Going downstairs she saw Xavion busy cooking. He looked so dashing wearing only his sweatpants, riding low and making scrambled eggs for breakfast. His muscles rippled as he moved about the kitchen. Her eyes feasted upon his drool-worthy body, his abs, and v-line, his biceps, taking in everything minutely. How could someone look so hot doing something like making breakfast? He didn't need to work hard at all. He looked smoking hot in anything he did.
"Are you planning to eat for breakfast? I don't mind at all, " he said, glancing at her and chuckling. God, he knew she was checking him out. She blushed crimson and lowered her gaze and went to check what he was cooking. It was clear that he had mastered the art of cooking from the expertise with which he handled everything. She was impressed. But she couldn't stay with him here knowing that he had a fling with Candice.
"Xavion, I want to go home, " she said when they sat with their food.
"I won't let you unless I make you mine," he said, stubbornly. He couldn't fathom why she stubbornly harped on the same thing. He didn't put so much effort and bring her here just to release her. He had his mission and wouldn't let her go till his mission was accomplished. He was prepared for all troubles and would eventually make her realise that they were meant to be with each other, forever.
"It's not possible. What we had is over. I can't be with you anymore, " she said, looking down at her food.
"I'll make it happen again. We still love each other and a little misunderstanding can be cleared," he said, calmly. He breathed in deeply to keep his frustration at bay. He had to take things slow now. He had to clear the misunderstanding that Candice caused. Only then he would get a chance with Juliette. They needed to talk.
"There's no misunderstanding. Everything is crystal clear. You had a physical relationship with Candice," she said, stubbornly.
"You give me one good reason why I should have a physical relationship with a bitch when I'm head over heels in love with a girl I intend to spend my life with? Why should I destroy the one precious relationship I have for a fling with the person I hate? Would you fu*k Wesley if he wanted to?" He asked agitatedly. He couldn't keep calm anymore. Her accusations hurt deep and he didn't know why she couldn't believe him.
"What the hell should that suppose to mean? Why should I fu*k Wesley? How could you even think about it?" She yelled. Blood rose to her head at the insinuation. How dare he say such a thing?
"The same way you could think about me fu*king the bloody Candice," he yelled back and simply stomped out of the house, angrily. Juliette gaped at his retreating back and felt guilty. Did she jump to false conclusions too quickly without thinking much? She closed her eyes and felt bad. He cooked for her with so many feelings and yet he didn't get to touch his food. All because of her!