The Devil is Marvelous

Chapter 37

Our kiss started off slow and passionate. Romantic, even. Jaxon's lips were pressed onto mine, but not too roughly. It felt deep and intimate, like he was prolonging the moment so it would never end. I tried to calmly kiss him back, but my heart was pounding out of my chest, and I was sure my body was trembling underneath his.

At one point, Jaxon pulled away, but only a fraction of an inch. "I'm sorry" he muttered.

"Why?" I breathed, yearning for his lips back.

Shaking his head, he replied, "I don't want it to seem forced."

Without thinking, I placed my hands on his cheeks, pulling him back into our kiss.

"Don't stop, please" I murmured to him. He pressed his forehead to mine, looking straight into my eyes. In the dark of the room, his normally blue sapphires looked like two dark coals.

He's too sexy for this own good.

All in one swift motion, he grabbed my hips and flipped us. I was now straddling him, and he was gazing up at me, the corner of his lips turned up in a smile. My heart was racing, and I was starting to sweat (not cute, c'mon Ava). I felt my vision fade in and out, so I took some deep breaths. This was not the time to be anxious. I'm safe with him, he won't push me farther than what I want.

I slowly leaned down, my hair dropping around our faces like a curtain. As we made out, his hands rubbed up and down my thighs, then my hips, then ventured up my back. At one point I felt his touch on my bare skin, wandering up my shirt, however he stopped right underneath my bra.

I knew that tonight it wouldn't go farther, which I was fine with. I didn't want anything to happen with his older brother and niece being right now the hall, and I was felt too anxious to do anything else.

For the rest of the night we cuddled until I fell asleep in his arms. Being in his arms was warm, comforting, and I felt safe. It was an amazing feeling to feel protected, like nothing could happen to me again.

That night I had not one nightmare for the first time in forever.
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Sunday morning I woke up around 9am and Jaxon was still asleep next to me. His massive arm wrapped around my waist, making it a struggle to get out from underneath him. When I finally did, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly peaceful he looked sleeping. I pecked his cheek, then decided to take a quick shower across the hall.

As I stepped out of the shower, I realized that I had forgot a change of clothes back in the guest room. Shit, guess i'll have to make a run for it.

My planned sprint across the hall to grab my clothes didn't go as I had imagined. I whipped the door open, dashing into the hallway, but I accidentally rammed right into Syler's large stature. The impact knocked me down on my ass.

"A-ava" he stuttered, staring down at me with gigantic eyes. I slowly looked down, noticing my towel had not stayed around my body. I shrieked, quickly crossing my legs and using my arms to covers my breasts. "GRAB MY TOWEL WILL YA?" I screeched from embarrassment.

"Right, towel!" He grabbed my towel off the floor and tossed it over me, whirling around to face the other direction. My cheeks were on fire as I covered myself back up. To make matters worse, Isla walked out of her room asking if I was okay.

"Yes hunny, Ava is fine. She just fell"

"Well help her up dad" Isla said with worry, "what if she's hurt?"

"She's fine baby. Go in your room and get dressed, okay?"

Isla returned to her room, and Syler streched out his arm to me. I grabbed ahold of Syler's hand, using my other hand to hold my towel in place. We were both massively blushing, it was terribly awkward.