Prophecy

Chapter 50: Ritual

*Grace's POV*

I felt my breath come in ragged gasps, every inhale and exhale charged with pure, unadulterated euphoria.

My body, drenched in a sheen of sweat, trembled with the aftershocks of the most exquisite release I'd ever known. The world seemed to narrow down to the two of us, the soft sighs of Xavia catching her breath mixing with the pounding rhythm of my heart. The sensation of her climaxing alongside me was indescribably intimate, a connection so deep it left me feeling as if I was floating in a sea of love.

Xavia, still glowing with the radiant aftermath of our shared ecstasy, began her slow, deliberate journey back up my body. Her tongue traced a fiery path along my skin, every lick igniting a fresh wave of sensation that left me shivering with delight. My mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and passion, struggling to form coherent thoughts as she brought herself closer to my face.

When Xavia finally reached my lips, the proximity was almost too much to bear. Our breaths mingled, warm and intoxicating against each other's skin.

Her words, dripping with tenderness, seemed to melt me entirely, "I missed the way you taste... Your body, your skin, your sweat, everything... You're so perfect, Grace. I love you."

Each syllable was a caress, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

The weight of my mate's love, conveyed so simply yet profoundly, made me feel like a puddle of adoration. I closed my eyes, allowing the sweet intensity of her confession to sink in. Xavia's body pressed against mine, our lips almost touching, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the overwhelming closeness and warmth.

I leaned forward, capturing her mouth with a fiery, passionate kiss that conveyed every ounce of my love and hunger. My arms encircled her, pulling her closer as our tongues danced in a passionate battle. When I pulled back, I couldn't resist teasing her with a sensual suck of her tongue, eliciting a delightful shiver that traveled through her body and gave me a sense of wicked satisfaction.

Xavia's response was a brilliant smile, her happiness as evident as the heat between us. What she said next was so soft yet brimming with joy, "Sometimes, I can't even think or react when you're this close, or the things you say, how you touch me, it's so blissful."

I chuckled.

"Now you know how I felt when you said what you did a few minutes ago. You just about broke my damn brain, beautiful." I said; my voice was a gentle, affectionate murmur, and I watched as her grin widened.

I couldn't help but mirror her happiness.

"You look really happy," I noted, my gaze softening as I took in her glowing expression.

"I am, and it's because of you," she said, her eyes twinkling with love and sincerity. "And I can see it in your eyes; you feel the same."

"I really do," I affirmed, my heart swelling with the truth of my words.

"I know, baby," Xavia replied with an understanding that only deepened my affection for her.

With a curious glint, I asked, "Would you like to know the surprise I was getting research on while in the Hall of Records?"

"Only if you're sure you want to tell me now," she added, a playful edge in her voice.

"I think it's the perfect time," I said, feeling a blush creep across my cheeks.

Xavia leaned forward, her lips brushing mine in a soft, loving kiss.

When she pulled back, her gaze was eager as she said, "Then, yes, I'm ready for my surprise."