Chapter 2 | Fire & Velvet
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Xavier’s POV
⚠️ Mature Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
Ricky was practically bouncing as we stepped out of the car, the club's heartbeat already pulsing through the ground beneath our feet. The bass was a living thing, vibrating through my chest, whispering tonight’s gonna be something else.
The bouncer stood like a wall of muscle, arms crossed, sunglasses still on even in the dark. Ricky greeted him like an old friend—“Xavier.” I tossed him a casual, “Hey, what’s up?” and with a nod, we were through the gates, swallowed by lights and sound.
Inside, the place was a blur of bodies and bass, strobe lights carving the air like lightning. We weaved through the crowd, eyes darting, ears ringing, until we reached the bar. First stop: shots.
The burn of liquor hit quick—warmth blooming in my chest as I set the glass down. That’s when Ryder leaned in, eyes locked on a girl across the room. “I can get her number,” he said like it was already done.
I raised a brow. “Oh yeah? Let’s see this masterpiece in action.”
He smirked. “Piece of cake.”
I watched as he made his move—easy swagger, confident grin. She noticed him right away. Ryder’s charm usually did the heavy lifting. But then—
Smack.
The slap rang out over the music. My jaw dropped. Hers wasn’t the only hand that landed on him—her friends got involved too, each one taking a turn like it was a game of tag and Ryder was it.
Laughter erupted from my chest, too loud and too sudden to stop. I wasn’t even trying to hide it. The look on his face was priceless—equal parts confusion, offense, and "what the actual hell."
When he finally stomped back to us, red-cheeked and growling, I was still laughing. “What the hell did you say to her, man?”
“All I said was: ‘Did you grow up on a chicken farm? ’Cause you sure know how to raise a cock.’”
I choked on my drink. Our whole crew cracked up, howling over the music like drunk hyenas.
The chaos of the night swirled around us, but something—someone—stopped me cold.
She was on the dance floor.
And she wasn’t just dancing. She was gliding. Commanding. Like the music was made just for her.
A spotlight in a galaxy of strobe.
Every move she made was liquid heat, every sway of her hips a spell cast in rhythm. Her silhouette shimmered like smoke, her body translating bass and melody into something almost... divine. It was hypnotic. And I was gone.
No words. No plan.
I just moved.
My feet carried me forward like they weren’t mine. The crowd seemed to part for me, and then I was there—next to her, matching her rhythm, our bodies syncing before a single word was spoken.
She didn’t stop me. She let me in.
The music throbbed, suggestive and slow, a velvet current we danced inside of. Her hands grazed my chest, down my sides—fingers trailing like flames. I let out a low, involuntary moan, breath hitching as she tugged my hair gently, grounding me in the heat between us.
I responded in kind, letting instinct guide me. My lips brushed her neck—soft, slow—while my hands settled on her waist, anchoring us in the storm. We moved like waves crashing, deliberate but wild, the club’s rhythm our only guide.
Then she turned—eyes locking onto mine.
Time dissolved.
We were nothing but breath and heartbeat, need and tension. When I kissed her, it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a declaration. A collision.
Her lips were soft, slick with the faintest hint of vodka and something sweet. Maybe peach. Maybe sin. Her mouth opened slightly, teasing. When our tongues finally met, it was heat and hunger, velvet and fire.
Her hands were in my hair, my fingers tracing the line of her spine. Her body arched into me. Her breath hitched again—this time louder, sharper. I wanted more. I wanted everything.
She pulled back just enough to bite my lower lip, and a growl clawed its way out of my throat. I responded by deepening the kiss, tongue diving past her defenses. She gasped against me, nails digging into my back.
I didn’t care who was watching.
My hand slid along her side, pausing just at the hem of her dress. Her body trembled under my touch, answering me without a single word.
And then—
She was gone.
Her friend tugged her away, eyes wide and mouth moving in urgent whispers I couldn’t hear over the music. She didn’t look back.
I stood there, breathless, throat dry, skin burning.
What the hell just happened?
I stumbled back to the bar, the world a blur. My friends were right where I left them, drinks in hand and wide-eyed grins plastered across their faces.
Ricky whooped. “Dude, that was insane. You two were on fire.”
I smirked, still dazed, lips tingling. I barely heard the rest of them chiming in—teasing, impressed, laughing.
Except Holly.
Her voice cut through the noise, sharp and unimpressed. “She does possess a certain allure,” she said, rolling her eyes like she was too cool to care.
MJ, always the romantic, nudged me. “She’s not just some girl, Xavier. She might actually be... something more.”
Something more?
That wasn’t me. I didn’t do “more.” I didn’t chase or wonder or think past the night. I lived in the moment, free and untethered.
But then again... I hadn’t met her before.
And suddenly, all my rules didn’t feel like they applied anymore.
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