The Echoes of Rivalry & Ruin (The Acamancy Series I)

Chapter 35: The Art of Wooing Paxxon

Just as I predicted Paxxon showed up right on time, on this late Monday Evening I greet Paxxon as he makes his way to the top of the stairs leading to the hallway of my dorm. I a, feeling sluggish from my hasty "surprise Paxx" prep, so when Paxxon rushes to fill the gap between us I am not prepared. I stumble the rest of the way into his arms, he captures my cheeks in his smooth palms and silences my attempts to recite my speech, with the warm of his mouth. His hands find my tangled curls, and he pulls me into his arms, carrying me up the remaining flights of stairs and into his own dorm.

"Paxx I–"

"Please, you don't need to feel the obligation to explain or justify anything. This is my responsibility to manage. Allow me the opportunity to rectify the situation and facilitate healing. I would like you to allow me to cherish you, ensure you experience pleasure not continued pain, let my name leave you tongue solely in lust not regret."

"You always make it right Paxx, it's my turn to prove to yo–" 

"Emalyne, I acknowledge my repeated missteps and understand that you owe me no explanation. I recognize that your capacity to care is substantial, and I do not seek an apology; I believe it is not warranted in this situation. However, I kindly request the opportunity to assist in alleviating this burden for you and to make amends. Please allow me the chance to worship your body," Paxx says as he lays me down in the plush, velvety soft, oversized chair in the center of his room.

I find myself completely embracing his wishes, allowing the weight of my sadness to fade away. The uneaten plate of food hidden away and the now forgotten, unseen, scattered plans that once felt like unfulfilled dreams drift from my mind, making room for this wonderful moment of happiness. 

I'll admit, I'm grappling with a whirlwind of thoughts, every part of me is shouting that tonight should be my opportunity to show Paxxon just how much he means to me. I had imagined creating a space where he could truly soak in the warmth of my affection, feeling cherished and adored. I want him to know he doesn't need to carry the weight of my sadness or loneliness; I see him, and I understand. Yet, there's a tiny spark of hesitation in me, a hopeful whisper that maybe I could encourage him to open up a little more.

It tugs at my heart to want to set a boundary, to gently express that while his grand gestures sweep me off my feet after his unexpected absences, what I really long for is just to have him around. I absolutely adore the beautiful moments he creates for us; they warm my soul, but I find myself longing for a reality where he doesn't leave me feeling anxious and lost. It doesn't seem like too much to ask for just a peek into his life. Maybe he could've taken me to meet his parents, yet while that would have been delightful, I didn't expect it. I know better than to anticipate something like that. What I truly hoped for was a gentle nudge to wake me, walk me to class, share his plans with me... just that simple connection, that is what I crave. Still, a little voice in my head warns me not to blow this out of proportion. He's Paxxon, a private guy with a complex life, and I'm just one part of his intricate puzzle. I get that, and I've come to terms with it... I— in this moment, as his kisses softly brush against my flushed skin, a warm, intoxicating feeling wraps around me, sweeping away my thoughts and leaving only the pure joy, I am no longer able to finish these thoughts.

Paxxon's lips playfully brush against my collarbone, sending sparks of excitement swirling down my skin. As he kisses the exposed, soft curves of skin exposed by my V-neck dress chills ripple down my spine. Kisses sweep across my chest, arms, neck, slowly teasing me until he finally captures my lips in a deep, intoxicating kiss. One of his hands begins to make gentle, lazy circles around my bare thigh, igniting a fire within me, while his other hand daringly moves up. His fingers catch for a moment on my dress's waistband, a heartbeat lingering in the air, before they reach the delicate lace of my bra, a teasing barrier between us. Pulling back just enough for our eyes to meet, there's a silent question in his gaze, asking if he can go further.