Chapter 21:
The evening went by slowly, but it wasn't a bad thing. I never knew that Xavier could be so romantic and gentle. I mean, I knew he could be gentle, but he didn't really seem like the romantic type. It was amazing, though.
He was amazing.
I never thought I'd have a mate as amazing as Xavier James Conhart. He carried me upstairs to a closed door and kicked it open. The sight amazed me even more. The bedspread was black silk with rose petals spread out all over the room. Red candles were lit all around the room and a fire was lit in the fireplace. He put me back on my feet and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "I love you, Jezebelle. More than words can describe." He said in my ear and I could feel the sincerity dripping from his deep, velvety voice.
I turned around and locked eyes with him. They were forest green, like they were when I first met him. That beautiful green that seemed to penetrate my soul. Love and lust swam in the green orbs. I knew that this is what I wanted. I didn't care about the war. I didn't care about anything. This was about Xavier and I.
This would make us stronger together. Not only that, but it'll help the burning desire inside of us both that we had for each other.
Xavier wrapped my legs around his waist and laid me down on the bed. The silk felt wonderful against my skin. He pressed his lips against mine gently.
That was the start of the craziest, and most pleasurable night of my entire life.
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(A/N: The entire thing will be written in private chapter. Find it on my page if you want to read it.✌)
The sun was seeping in through the curtains, hitting my face. Xavier still held me gently. I looked up at him, seeing that he was still fast asleep. I traced his tattoos with my finger.
I didn't know how long I was doing that, but he woke up and pressed a gentle kiss against my forehead. "Good morning, beautiful." He murmured and his morning voice never seized to be sexier than anything and everything. I pressed my lips against his. "Good morning, sexy." He hummed and flipped us over so that he was hovering over me. He pressed a kiss against his mark and I hissed through my teeth. "It's better than just a good morning." He growled deeply and got up.
I followed and I could definitely feel the soreness between my legs. He chuckled. "You a little sore, princess?" I glared playfully and I could see his erection, clear as day. I looked away, but he pulled me against him. "Maybe we could make it so that you can't walk," he suggested, running his hand over his erection and I giggled, pushing him away. He laughed and kept doing it, turning me on. "Stop, its not funny." He threw his head back and groaned, grabbing his own ass. I shook my head, laughing. "I bet you did that every night before we did this." I teased.
He stopped and looked at me with mischief gleaming in his forest green eyes. "I did a few times, actually. Not the ass grabbing part, but the other part." He stroked himself again. "That part," I blinked at him and went to walk towards the bathroom, but he pulled me against him. He tugged my earlobe gently and kissed my neck. "Maybe you could help," he growled and I smirked evilly. I wrapped my hand around him, slightly surprised that my whole hand couldn't grab all the way around, and stroked him a few times, earning a groan. I pulled away, slipping out of his arms. I shrugged, smiling deviously. "Not feeling it," I said and went into the bathroom, leaving a gaping Xavier.
I felt pretty proud of myself and I hopped in the shower. I washed myself and shaved and I was just standing there underneath the warm water. Xavier hopped in and wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his lips crushed against mine. They moved against mine roughly and I buried my fingers in his wet hair. His hands started to roam over my body and I ran my hands over his rock hard abs. We broke apart and he kissed along my jawline and neck. I moaned and dug my nails into his broad shoulders.

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