Chapter 102 Taking the Initiative to Kiss Xavier's Lips
Grace's heart was beating rapidly, different from the previous pounding.
In the midst of her surprise, there seemed to be a hint of joy accompanying it.
"You just mentioned having a fiancée not long ago." Grace's lips bore the slight swell from their recent kissing, looking somewhat forlorn.
What's more, she had a fiancé, and he had a fiancée, both engaged in a thrilling clandestine affair.
"Do you believe everything I say?" Xavier retorted.
Grace fell silent.
"But I've heard, even online, claims you have a fiancée."
"Should rumors and online chatter be deemed credible?"
"So, do you truly not have a fiancée?" Grace's long lashes fluttered.
Xavier's gaze darkened, his countenance taking on an icy complexion tinged with a fierce, unfulfilled desire.
"In your eyes, am I someone who, despite having a fiancée, would still engage in extramarital affairs?"
Hence, Xavier had purposely toyed with her earlier!
Xavier's words sounded genuine, and the media itself was prone to sensationalism; this realization instantly lifted the burden of guilt from Grace's heart.
Xavier's shirt buttons were just buttoned up to the top, with the last one still unbuttoned, when a figure lunged forward and collided with Xavier, sending him into a full embrace.
Grace's hand hooked directly around Xavier's neck, sinking her teeth into Xavier's neck.
What a strange fetish this man has! Does he just enjoy seeing her fail miserably and deliberately say so many vulgar words?
Her teeth sank into his skin. Grace's bite was firm.
"Grace!"
Xavier's warning cry carried her name; his eyes, yet to regain composure, grew even deeper, now tinged with a hint of fierceness.
Unwilling as she was, he had let her go, but now, Grace had willingly pounced on him—what was her intent?
"You..."
Xavier barely uttered a word before Grace sealed his lips with hers; the scent of roses seemed to have been distilled into a heady essence that intoxicated.
It was Xavier's first time being forcefully kissed, with Grace resembling a faerie pouncing upon him.
"Grace!" Xavier mumbled her name, tinged with a warning.
Grace's lips departed from Xavier's. "What's wrong, still displeased?"
A subtle smirk played on Grace's lips, a visage dripping with desire.
For the first time, Xavier heard a heartbeat different from his usual rhythm.
'Did Grace truly comprehend the words escaping her?'
"I'll give you one last chance: either release me now and leave, or make love to me."
This opportunity was unlike the previous one—should Grace not let go, he truly wouldn't easily let her slip away.
The corners of Grace's eyes arched lightly, bewitching like a cunning little fox.
She had no intention to let go; in fact, Grace boldly undid the button Xavier had just fastened.
Her hands inevitably grazed Xavier's skin, and upon touching his solid chest muscles, she couldn't resist applying gentle pressure with her fingertips.
Since earlier, she had wanted to touch, to feel these muscles.
What was forbidden before was now permissible!
Her fingers even traced over his muscles, and then she lifted her radiant face, declaring, "This is my choice."
Before she could finish speaking, Xavier leaned in and forcefully sealed Grace's lips.
Since it was Grace's choice, he would indulge her to the fullest!
The night stretched endlessly, destined to be one of sleeplessness.
Tonight, Xavier exerted himself particularly hard. This time, he didn't wear a hand chain on his wrist, as if some kind of seal had been lifted, revealing his most primal wildness.
Grace's petite body was tightly held by large hands all night, unable to move, and could only be at the mercy of Xavier's torment.
Xavier's lips landed on her neck, and Grace covered it, saying, "Don't."
She didn't want to leave any footprints, just in case she ran into someone, and it would be hard to explain.
Xavier didn't trouble her. He just left the marks that were supposed to be on her neck in a different place.
I'm not sure how long it took, but Xavier eventually carried Grace to the bathroom.
He picked up the hand chain he had placed next to him while taking a shower, handed it to Grace, and then reached out his hand.
"Put it on for me," said Xavier.
Xavier's gaze lingered on Grace's fair hand as she held the hand chain, the interplay of light and dark shades akin to an artwork in motion.
Grace could barely lift her hand anymore, her eyelids heavy with weariness and drowsiness.
Nevertheless, she obediently picked up the hand chain and wound it around his wrist.
Finally, Grace drifted into a deep slumber in Xavier's embrace.
As Xavier lifted the person in his arms—she wasn't tall yet exceptionally light in weight—he carried her to the room on the second floor and gently placed her on the bed. Xavier observed her face, extending his hand to caress her cheek gently.
If Grace were to open her eyes at that moment, she would behold a restrained Xavier, his countenance bearing a complex and enigmatic blend of emotions.
The following morning, Grace awoke feeling as though her body had been through a tumultuous ordeal.
The sky outside was already bright, indicating it was likely around nine or ten o'clock.
Attempting to sit up, Grace found herself weak and sore, as if she had been run over by a large truck.
This time, Xavier's actions were more intense than the previous encounters.
However, despite the intensity, her body felt surprisingly refreshed—a testament to Xavier's gentlemanly demeanor.
Not seeing Xavier around, Grace was unsure if he had departed.
The events of the previous night replayed vividly in her mind, a whirlwind of sheer madness.
Grace had always been whimsical. Her earlier concern had been Xavier's engagement, but upon hearing he was unattached, she simply gave in to her desires.
Reflecting on it now, her boldness was truly remarkable.
Last night, Xavier had shown restraint in his actions towards her, withholding from tearing her apart completely.
Grace went downstairs and saw that breakfast was already set up on the table over there. She went to the bathroom, where there were also fresh towels and toiletries.
Xavier seemed to be absent. It's actually better that way; otherwise, it would have been quite awkward.
After Grace finished a simple breakfast, she felt a bit sore and didn't feel like going anywhere. However, the weather was nice today, and she still wanted to go out for a walk. After all, the scenery here was highly recommended, so she decided to take a stroll to relax.
On the other side, Ryan slept in the car overnight. The space was cramped, and he felt extremely uncomfortable with a sore back and coldness.
What's even more frustrating was that his phone was still in the room now.
He was taken away last night, saying he was reported for disturbing someone's rest. Then, this morning, I saw Xavier coming from that direction.
Ryan couldn't help but wonder why Xavier was also at the mansion.
Was Xavier just arrived today, or was he already here yesterday?
Looking in the direction Xavier was walking, I saw that it seemed like the building I had knocked on the previous day.
If Xavier were here, why didn't he open the door for himself?
Ryan hurriedly got out of the car. "Xavier!"
Xavier heard a sound and furrowed his brow.
Ryan rushed over and said, "Xavier, why didn't you tell me in advance? Did you arrive yesterday?"
The last sentence was obviously a probe.
Just as Ryan finished speaking, he noticed an uncovered mark on Xavier's neck, resembling a bite mark.
Familiar with such matters, Ryan's excitement surged.
Xavier was here, and so was that woman!
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