close to my dialling heart

57🌹scared but in love

🎶I can't help but love you, even though I try not to, I can't help but want you. I know that I would die without you🎶
                       ~Ruelle~

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"Alright," he said, his voice low and crackling as he shifted positions. He sat up, grabbing her legs and lifting them over his shoulders. She was definitely in trouble now. Burying her face into his pillow, she felt every glorious inch of him filling her completely.

“Xavier...” she moaned, his name spilling from her lips as he drove deeper and faster. He watched her with a mix of admiration and lust, captivated by the way she called for him while he plunged into her. Even as moans escaped her and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, she looked so breathtakingly beautiful to him.

He kissed her legs before letting them go, then gripped her waist, plunging so deep she felt herself stretch around him. “Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice low, almost vulnerable. For the first time, he cared about how someone he was with felt—what they liked, how they took him. Before her, sex had always been just about him and his pleasure. He never cared about the other person’s experience. But he was a sex god, and anyone who had been with him knew they enjoyed it to the fullest.

“Yes...” she moaned, the mix of pleasure and pain from how his cock stretched her was perfect. It felt so good she could feel her climax approaching.

He dropped his eyes to her beautiful pink vagina, watching how she took all of him. With sex this good, how could they ever let go of each other? If they couldn’t get enough of one another, how could they ever part? She felt a heat wave wash over her body as her climax neared.

“Are you about to come?” he asked, and she nodded. “Wait for me, baby girl.” He locked eyes with her. “Okay?” She nodded again. “I’ll try...”

He smiled, picking up the pace, making the bed shake from the vigorous, refreshing, and satisfying rhythm. Oh, Dove was lucky to have someone like him in her life.

A god in bed, someone who would never tire of killing for her, someone willing to set the world ablaze just to keep her safe. He was on fire, yet not a single flame would ever touch her. He was her shield—her dark angel. Even though he walked straight from the pits of hell, surviving its flames, he stood as her protector. And he needed her, desperately. She was his only salvation, the balm to soothe his scars. His demons quieted in her presence, finding peace only when she was near.

"Xavier..." Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing over her with such intensity it felt like falling from the highest peak. He followed right after, releasing with a low, guttural groan that sent another orgasm rippling through her body.

"You're incredible," he whispered, kissing her lips, then her forehead gently.

"I can’t walk... again," she muttered, her voice weak with exhaustion.

Xavier glanced at her, then laughed softly, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
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After the heat of their passion and the steamy shower that followed, they lay in bed, bodies tangled together. Dove rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Are you really supposed to get married?" she asked quietly, her fingers tracing circles on his skin.

"Yeah..." he replied, voice low and calm. "But I won’t. I told you—I want you to marry me, and you still haven’t accepted my proposal."

"I did..." she argued, lifting her head slightly, her voice a mix of defensiveness and vulnerability. "I just said I couldn't cook. I did say yes."

He regarded her intently, a hint of seriousness in his eyes. "You do know I'm not joking, right?"