Bloodbound Desires

Xavier!

Xavier reclined in his leather chair, his eyes smoldering with a mix of desire and secrets. The soft, amber glow from the desk lamp bathed his office in an intimate light, casting alluring shadows across his chiseled features. The sounds of laughter and clinking glasses from the lively bar below seemed to fade away, leaving only the pulsating energy between us.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Xavier leaned forward, his voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers cascading down my spine. "Eva," he began, his words laced with a hint of danger, "these past few weeks have been nothing short of intoxicating. I’m obsessed with you.”

I met his intense gaze, the air thick with anticipation. It was impossible to deny the magnetic pull that drew me to him, igniting a fire deep within my soul. "Xavier," I confessed, my voice barely a breath, “it’s as if I’ve never been touched by a man before."

I realized what I’d said. I wasn’t a virgin. But, I felt like a born again virgin with him, as if no man could ever compare to the way he made me feel sexually.

"Xavier," I breathed, "when we're together, everything else fades into insignificance."

His smoldering gaze locked onto mine, the intensity smothering any lingering doubts. “Right, my sweet Eva," he husked, his voice laced with desire, "it's not just the physical connection we share. Our conversations, those stolen moments before and after work, they ignite a fire within me. I long to explore the depths of your soul, to unravel the mysteries that lie beneath."

A tremor ran through me, a heady mix of vulnerability and anticipation.

His touch was feather-light as he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, the contact sending a surge of electricity through me. "Eva," he whispered, his voice tender, "you are captivating in every way."

Part of me worried, that he wasn’t being genuine and he said it to all the girls, but as I stood next to him, I didn’t care who he had said it to before.

All I cared and wanted was him.

* * *

"I love whiskey," Xavier declared, as we lounged in the comfort of my small two-bedroom apartment. The scent of vanilla-scented candles filled the air, mingling with the delicate fragrance of fresh flowers perched on the coffee table.

I wore a fitted black dress, accentuating my curves, while Xavier looked effortlessly handsome in his tailored navy suit. The ambiance was ripe with anticipation, our evening unfolding like the pages of an enthralling romance novel.

"Have you ever been to a whiskey tasting event?" He asked, seeking a deeper connection, a glimpse into his past.

His eyes sparkled with a mixture of intrigue and amusement. "No. Never. I must admit I've only tried it once when Nora sneaked it into the orphanage."

A hint of nostalgia tinged his voice, casting a fleeting shadow over his expressive features.

I smiled, realizing how much of my life's story revolved around the orphanage. It was as if those memories, both bitter and sweet, had shaped me into the person I had become.

”And?" He prompted, as I recalled Nora bringing it in, and as usual I was worried about getting caught and kicked out of the orphanage.

He chuckled, the sound melodic and captivating. "When you tried the whiskey, did you like it?"

Nora's words echoed in my mind, urging me to seize the moment, to be fearless in my pursuit of love. As the seconds ticked by, I mustered the courage to voice the question that had weighed heavily on my heart. "Xavier, what are we doing?”

He paused, his gaze locked with mine. The room seemed to hold its breath, the silence pregnant with anticipation. I held my breath, fearing rejection, but yearning for validation.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes dancing with a newfound intensity. "Eva," he murmured, his voice husky with affection, “I’m not sure we should put a label on it.”

"Eva, you don't know me very well," he murmured.

“Wow, so it’s Okay for you to stay over. For me to have s*x when you want it, but not to put a label on it?”

He didn’t respond, as Xavier softly started to remove my low-cut halter top with an enticing mix of urgency and reverence.

“I wanted to talk,” I whispered, forgetting the movie we were watching as his body enveloped mine, a powerful declaration of desire and devotion.

The world outside ceased to exist as he whispered in my ear, his words dripping with a primal hunger, “You're so hot."

“Xavier, seriously, I want us to talk about it.”

“What’s there to talk about? We enjoying being together,” he snarled between kisses. “I enjoy your body. We like each other’s company and getting to know each other.”

Were we?

Really getting to know each other, or did he just want to have s*x?

He didn’t want to discuss it, this part was clear, so we were fine to have s*x with, but not to discuss him being my boyfriend. I got so caught up in the moment, that as my once dressed body became naked, I forgot what we were talking about, because it just didn’t seem important anymore.

He unleashed his passion without reservation, withholding nothing. Before I realized it, he deftly removed my panties and skillfully employed his tongue to caress my most intimate areas. It felt peculiar initially, akin to relishing the last remnants of a melting ice cream cone, ensuring not a single drop was missed as his tongue explored every crevice of my inner walls.

His tongue danced skillfully around my c******s, ventured deep inside me, and left me longing for more. Time seemed to slip away, and what seemed like mere moments in his office turned out to be an entire hour. I felt completely and utterly fulfilled. His tongue alone had provided all the satisfaction I needed; I didn't even require him to be inside me. Although I must confess, driven by my own greed, I attempted to entice him, wanting more. Yet, as I tried to undo his pants, he firmly stated, "When I'm ready, Ms. Rivers, and I'm not ready yet."