close to my dialling heart

55🌹one step ahead

🎶Cause you are not a saint, slipping my hand under your dress. I'm glad you came🎶
                        ~FINNEAS~

XAVIER 🥀

She nodded, her lips pressed tight as silent tears cascaded down her cheeks. I didn’t hesitate to wipe them away, though my heart twisted at the sight. I knew she was still itching to understand how I’d uncovered the stalking bastard, but revealing that would only send her spiraling into overthinking. I trusted Dove, but I had no faith in the scum lurking around her. Protecting her was my obsession, which was why I shadowed her every move. No one stalked her with the same intensity that I did. I was always one step ahead of the fools who dared to think about laying a finger on her. I hadn’t yet pinned down the identity of that dickhead, but I was closing in—too close for comfort.

“Are you upset with me?” Her beautiful gray eyes bore into mine, searching for a crack in my resolve. How could I ever be angry at her? She just had a tendency to spiral, and I knew how to exploit that. Besides, she looked far too enticing to hold any real anger. “I’m not,” I replied, flashing her a smile, and her teary eyes sparkled in response, brightening the darkness that surrounded us. “But what if I rely on you too much, and one day you just… disappear? Won’t I be left stranded?” She chuckled, but the pain laced through her words was palpable. There it was again—her overthinking. It was both a flaw and a charm, and I couldn’t decide which I found more captivating.

I laughed, pulling her against me, making her sit on one of the ottoman display tables. “I don’t know what to do with you,” I said, savoring the way her gaze ignited a primal hunger within me. “I’m never letting you go, Dove.”

Her smile was a beacon, but the question she asked sent a thrill through me. “What if I left the country...?”

“I’d find you, even if you fled to space. No distance could ever be too great for me to track you down.”

Her lips pressed again, a silent battle waged against the tears that threatened to spill. “But what if one of us stopped having feelings... well, it certainly wouldn’t be me, though.”

“It wouldn’t be me either. But if you ever lost those feelings, I’d remind you exactly who you belonged to.”

“How?” she whispered, a challenge lacing her words.

“With a good fuck,” I replied, watching her gasp, then burst into laughter. “Xavier… I… Jesus.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and I couldn’t help but find it adorable.

“What? Are you going to argue with that?”

She rubbed her nose awkwardly, struggling for words. “I’m not… but… my gosh.” Her shy giggle only fueled the fire inside me. “Maybe I should fuck you every day so you never lose feelings, right?” She pressed her lips together, eyes wide with shock.

“Xavier… you…”

I smirked, guessing I’d stolen her words. “What? You’re wet, aren’t you?”

She shook her head, but I knew better. “Okay, let me find out.”

DOVE 🕊

I was wet. Something about him always got me dripping.

XAVIER 🥀

I slipped my hand beneath the hem of her skirt, fingers brushing against her soft skin. She watched me with those longing eyes, a look that ignited a primal desire within me. My hand crept above her panties, and the warmth I found there made a wicked smile tug at my lips.

She exhaled, glancing around nervously. “I can’t help it,” she murmured, the shyness in her voice only fueling the heat between us.

"That’s hot," I murmured, my voice dropping to a teasing whisper as I cupped her face, claiming her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. "You’re so beautiful, Dove," I breathed against her skin. Her eyes met mine, hazy and vulnerable—I knew exactly what she craved when she looked at me like that. My fingers hovered just above the edge of her panties, barely touching, just enough to make her body react, her face shifting with each agonizing stroke. "Fucking you every day doesn’t sound so bad, does it?" I asked, watching as confusion flickered across her face, tangled with lust.