Shadows Of Desire

Chapter Twelve

"Sir the reason I came here was to thank you for all you've done for me, I had a wonderful day today",he felt a warmth in his chest at her words, but he gave no reply instead he gave a slight nod and continued staring at her.

Nauxr's cheeks flushed slightly, and she busied herself with the soup, ladling it into a bowl before bringing it over to him.

"Here," she murmured, sitting on the couch as she offered him the spoon.

Xavier hesitated, then took a small sip, the warmth of the broth easing the tension in his face. She patiently fed him, watching as his expression softened with each bite, and soon, he seemed to relax completely.

As she set the empty bowl aside, Xavier reached for her hand, his gaze intense as he seemed to wrestle with something within himself. She held her breath, her heart pounding as his hand gently held hers, sending a warmth through her that she couldn't ignore.

And then, without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, a kiss that was both tender and consuming. She gasped, but her surprise quickly melted into the kiss, her own lips responding as he drew her closer. The kiss deepened, filled with a passion that had simmered between them for so long. It was as though a floodgate had opened, their emotions spilling out in a way neither had anticipated.

He held the back of her head pulling her closer tugging at her hair lightly and massaging her sculp.This insited a moan out of her and in turn made him hard.

She had never felt such intensity in just one kiss before.She felt her body being pulled closer to his as he made her straddle him and she complied eagerly but slowly.

He pulled away from the kiss and began kissing her neck, his hands caressing her body while sucking on her neck as she moaned.

Neck kisses were her weakness and this made her wet as she roamed her hands on his big arms, back and hair.

It felt as if he could no longer control himself, she ran her fingers through his hair while tugging at them, as he's kissing towards her cleavage she moaned his name "Xavier". This awakened him and brought him back to reality.

Her moan stored something deep within him which he's never felt from a women before.

They pulled apart, and stared at each other, both caught off guard by the intensity of the moment, breathing heavily as if they'd just been swept into something beyond their control.
He looked at her neck and saw the hickeys that were made by him.

She immediately stood up off his lap as if startled.

Nauxr sprang off his lap as though she'd been burned, her face flushed with both shock and shame. She mumbled a hurried goodnight, her voice barely audible, before slipping out of his room. He watched her go, still reeling from the intensity of their kiss, the taste of her lingering on his lips.

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The door clicked shut, but Xavier remained still, his mind racing. The feel of her, the warmth of her body pressed against his, the way her lips had parted for him-it was all too much. He cursed under his breath, frustration mingling with the undeniable ache of desire that wouldn't leave him.

But he knew he had to stay in control, had to put distance between them. Whatever was happening between him and Nauxr was dangerous, threatening to unravel everything.

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The next morning, as they boarded his private jet to New York, the tension between them was thick, almost suffocating. Nauxr looked up, hesitating before taking her seat. But before she could say a word, Xavier brushed past her, opting to sit across the cabin instead. He buried himself in his laptop, pretending to be absorbed in work, but in truth, he was avoiding her. The temptation to look at her, to remember the way she'd felt in his arms, was almost too much.

As the hours passed, neither of them spoke, the silence only amplifying the electric tension that hummed between them. Xavier felt her gaze on him once or twice, but he didn't dare meet her eyes.

When they finally landed in New York, Xavier made sure he maintained his distance, signaling the driver to drop her off at her apartment without a word. He watched as she stepped out, the briefest flicker of disappointment crossing her face before she disappeared into her building. A hollow feeling settled in his chest as he drove away, though he told himself it was for the best.

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That evening, Xavier found himself at his club, eager for a distraction. The pulsing music, the low hum of voices, the allure of the city's nightlife-all of it served to push thoughts of her out of his mind, if only for a while.

He was nursing a glass of whiskey at the bar when he felt a presence beside him. He glanced over and saw a striking woman with long, wavy red hair and an easy, confident smile. She slid onto the barstool beside him, her gaze bold and direct.

"Xavier Reed, right?" she asked, her voice low and smooth. "Scarlett."

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the bold confidence she exuded. "A pleasure, Scarlett," he replied, offering her a brief smirk.

She glanced over her shoulder, nodding toward the staircase that led to the VIP section, where the noise of the crowd softened and the lighting dimmed further. He hesitated for just a heartbeat before following her, their steps matching as they slipped past the crowd and up the stairs, one after the other, their breaths mingling in the silence between them.
She took his hand, guiding him inside, and with the door closed behind them, the outside world fell away.

The room was shrouded in shadows, lit only by faint, soft lights from the street outside casting patterns on the walls. Scarlett closed the space between them, her touch electric as her hands found his collar, pulling him down into her gravity as he lifted her off the floor. She immediately rapped her legs around his waist as he leaned them both against the wall. She was a stranger, an escape, and that was exactly what he needed right now.

Her breath warm against his neck as she looped her arms around him, the tight press of her thighs against him anchoring them together.
He groped her ass and lifted her dress, they could feel each other through the fabric between them.

He pushed her panties to the side and freed his member, he took protection from his wallet and entered her immediately causing a gasp out of her mouth.

He moved his head to the crook of her neck and she pulled on his hair being reminded of the way Nauxr had done it yesterday, this thought aroused him even more making him thrust harder into her chasing his high, she moaned louder from the heightened pleasure but her noise was drowned out by the loud music of the club as she had her first orgasm.

He thrust harder nearing his orgasm, she screamed and moaned louder as she had her second orgasm, spasming and shaking in his hold. Moments later he too released his seed into the protection. All he had on his mind was Nauxr, the sound of her soft moans as he kissed her neck yesterday and the feel of her hands in his hair.

In that moment, it was easy to forget everything else but Nauxr, even though he was sexually satisfied there was still a piece inside him that wanted something else even though he didn't want to admit it.

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