close to my dialling heart

29🌹you are mine now

🎶They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you. It's automatic. It's just what they do🎶
                     ~Julia Michaels~
                      

XAVIER 🥀

I watched her, my gaze drawn to her curious face as she asked the question. Her eyes sparkled with innocence, and I felt a rush of thoughts flood my mind. I was consumed by the desire to take her, to feel her warmth, to taste the sweetness of her lips. I wanted to do so many things to her.

Her beauty was breathtaking. Her grey eyes shone like a dove's flight through the soft, cloud-filtered light that follows a storm. I was captivated by her elegance, her grace, her very presence.

As I looked at her, my intensity caused a blush to rise to her cheeks. Her eyes darted downward, her lips curling into a suppressed smile. I wanted to kiss that smile, to feel her tremble beneath my touch. I was entranced by the charm of her awkwardness, and I knew in that moment, I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anyone.

"You've turned my world upside down," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. The secrets I kept, the feelings I harbored, all laid bare after her revelation last night. Her allure was irresistible, her mere presence enough to unravel me.

Confusion etched on her face, her eyes searching mine for answers. "You've cast a spell on me," I continued, my words hanging in the air like a promise. "I'm teetering on the edge of madness, all for you."

Her face was a canvas of emotions, a kaleidoscope of surprise, shock, and delight. "I was very jealous when you called Tristan handsome," I admitted, my voice laced with vulnerability.

Dove's hand flew to her lips, her eyes widening in disbelief. "What?" she whispered, her face hidden behind her palm, her voice muffled. "Oh dear," she squeaked, her tone endearing, like a character from a cartoon.

"I can't put into words the way you make me feel, but I know the pain I'll endure when you discover the truth about me," I said, my voice laced with vulnerability. Yet, the thought of relinquishing her was unthinkable. My possessiveness wouldn't allow it. "I'll never let you go, Dove. You'll never escape me."

Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, we were lost in the depths of each other's souls. "I want to be..." she began, her voice barely audible. "I want to be your possession." Her gaze faltered, and she looked away, her words hanging in the air like a promise.

I was taken aback by her unexpected surrender, my suspicions confirmed: there was more to her than met the eye. Her enigmatic nature only drew me in deeper, solidifying my resolve to keep her close, to make her mine.

Fuck. I was getting hard. She shifted uncomfortably, making it known that she could feel me grow under her. It was at least fair because I could see how her buttons pressed against the shirt she was wearing. She had goosebumps forming on her skin, too.

"What's wrong?" I asked teasingly. She shook her head and cleared her throat. "Are you sure?" She nodded again.

She took out an amount of air them stood immediately, but I brought her back on my laps immediately.  This time, with her legs straddled on each side of my hips. Her center on my groin, just where I wanted her to be.

Her eyes widened, and her hand grasped my shoulder, her fingers digging into my skin with a urgency that thrilled me. I wished she'd sink her nails deeper, mark me with her desire. But I held her firm, my hands on her waist, refusing to let her escape. "I want you like this," I whispered, my breath caressing her ear.

Slowly, I released one hand from her waist and traced a path up her back, my fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her body trembled beneath my touch, her breath catching in her throat as I reached the back of her head. My hand cradled her skull, holding her in place, our eyes locked in a silent understanding. Hers were pools of longing, a silent plea that echoed my own desires.