The Incest

Chapter sixteen

Xavier’s POV

She was trembling when I pulled back just enough to let her breathe, chest rising and falling too fast for my liking. Every nerve in my body was screaming, aching to touch her again, but I had to keep it in check. I couldn’t take from her what she wasn’t ready to give. Not yet.

“C’mon,” I murmured, taking her hand and leading her toward the bathroom. She froze at the door, hesitant, cheeks burning under my gaze.

“Together?” she whispered, voice small, almost fragile.

I grinned, leaning down to brush a wet strand of hair from her face. “Yeah. Together. Don’t act like you’re not curious,” I teased, letting the heat in my eyes speak what I couldn’t yet voice.

She tried to look away, tried to protest, but her hesitation only made me want her closer. I guided her into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over us. Steam curled around us, making the air thick, heavy, impossible to ignore.

She pressed back against me almost instinctively. Her back to my chest, my hands sliding along her wet arms, down to her waist. Every brush, every subtle press of my fingers against her skin made her shiver, made me grow harder in ways I couldn’t—shouldn’t—act on.

“Relax,” I whispered into her ear, feeling her tremble against me. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Her body softened against mine, leaning closer despite the tremor in her hands. Her skin under my touch was like fire, and I wanted to memorize every inch without crossing the line.

I tilted her head back gently, lips grazing the curve of her neck. Slow, teasing, marking her just a little without leaving anything permanent. Her gasp, high and broken, made me ache to claim her in ways I had to hold back.

“You’re so warm,” I murmured, hands gliding down her sides. “Makes it hard to behave.”

Her back arched slightly into me, and I caught her chin to look at her. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted. She was beautiful. Dangerous, too, because I knew how much she wanted this and how much she was trying not to.

“I’m not stopping,” I admitted softly, thumb brushing her cheek. “I won’t take it from you. But I also won’t stop feeling you… teasing you… wanting you.”

Her eyes flickered, lips trembling as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t. And that right there—that unspoken tension—was enough to make my heart thrum in my chest.

I let the water wash over us, pressed closer, letting her feel my chest, my arms, my warmth. Every kiss at her neck, every brush of my lips across her jaw was a promise and a torment at the same time.

We stayed there, pressed together, tangled, teasing, tasting, exploring the closeness without ever going further. I could feel her heartbeat, her tiny shivers, and it drove me insane in the best possible way.

Because right then, under that warm water, it wasn’t about anything else. It was just her and me. And every second, every touch, every gasp was a reminder that I couldn’t get enough—couldn’t get enough of her, but I had to wait.

I pressed a final kiss to the back of her neck, holding her close, whispering against her skin, “I’ve got all the time in the world, Cora. And you? You’re mine… even if you don’t know it yet.”

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The water stopped, droplets clinging to our skin, running down curves and planes I wanted to memorize. I grabbed a towel, draping it around her shoulders, and hers barely covered her chest before the fabric stuck to her wet skin.

“God, you’re impossible,” I muttered, though my lips curved into a smirk I couldn’t hide.

She shot me a glare, but it didn’t reach her eyes. They were wide, heated, and a little wild, like she wanted to tell me off but couldn’t find the words. I could feel her trembling, the warmth of the water still in her, the heat between us thicker than the steam ever was.

I grabbed my own towel, wrapping it around my waist, and we stood there, side by side, just breathing. I could feel every inch of her pressed against me, every shiver, every tiny movement.

“Why are you staring?” she asked, voice sharp but breathless.

“Because you’re… ridiculous,” I said honestly. “And perfect. And impossible. And I can’t stop.”

She rolled her eyes, though the faintest curl of her lips betrayed her. I took that as my win.

“I’m not giving you a free pass just because I’m wet,” she said, though her shoulders dipped slightly, like she was trying not to melt under my gaze.

“I don’t need a pass,” I countered, stepping closer. “I just need you… like this. Close. Right now.”

Her hands instinctively pressed against her towel, tightening it as if to guard herself, but I leaned in anyway, letting my hand brush hers. The contact was brief, teasing, but enough to make her jump.

“You know,” I murmured, voice low, “I could kiss you right now and you wouldn’t be able to stop it. You wouldn’t even try.”

She flushed, huffing, trying to look annoyed but failing spectacularly. “You’re insane.”

“Insane for you,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers. The heat radiating from her was intoxicating. I could feel her inhale sharply, the shiver that ran through her body answering me in a way words never could.

We stayed like that, wrapped in towels, our breaths mingling, the air between us crackling. Every glance, every brush of our hands, every tiny tease was a promise—dangerous, electric, and all-consuming.

“I’m not… I’m not going to fall for this again,” she said finally, voice quiet, shaky.

“Good,” I said, lips brushing her temple. “Because I’m not letting go. Not yet. Not ever. And you? You’ll want this. You’ll want me.”

She tried to step back, tried to regain some control, but I followed, letting the heat between us pull her back into me. And even though we didn’t cross that line, not yet, the tension was unbearable.

Every second, every breath, every subtle brush of skin against skin reminded me just how much I wanted her, and I wasn’t going anywhere.

Not ever.

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