Chapter 195 Xavier Lost Control
"I told you, you can buy those earrings if you want, but I don't want your money. Just you."
"Now, Help me get undressed."
Xavier's words were a whisper in Grace's ear, firm but making her knees weak.
Take off clothes? Grace had never undressed Xavier before.
"I don't know how," she said, her fingers curling nervously.
"Do I need to teach you?" Xavier asked.
"That's not what I meant, I just..." Before she could finish, Xavier's hand slid onto her body.
His fingers were quick, stripping her clothes off in no time. He leaned in close and whispered seriously in her ear, "Got it?"
"You!"
Grace's ears turned red. She had a beautiful figure, slim yet full. She usually wore loose clothes to hide it, but now, with Xavier's swift move, she was left in just her underwear.
The mirror showed her curvy figure and fair skin.
"Still don't know how?" Xavier's hand moved up, about to unhook her bra with one hand.
Grace knew he had this skill; it wasn't the first time.
"I got it," she conceded.
Xavier was wearing a shirt, only the top two buttons undone.
With her hand on his chest, Grace's fingers trembled as she tried to unbutton his shirt. Her cheeks reddened like the evening sky.
Each button felt like a challenge, her nerves making it hard. She realized how tricky unbuttoning a shirt could be.
As she unbuttoned the middle buttons, she saw Xavier's chest muscles and his well-defined abs.
With each button, his sculpted abs came into view, captivating her. Even though she'd seen his body before, being this close sent shivers down her spine.
Her fingertips brushed his warm muscles, but before she could feel more, Xavier moved. His large hand grabbed hers, and with a burst of strength, he tore open the remaining buttons, scattering them on the floor.
He was out of patience.
Grace found herself pulled into a strong, warm embrace. Despite her attempts to break free, Xavier's hold tightened. There was no way he was letting her go. Then He playfully nibbled on her earlobe.
"Can't even undress properly. Practice more," Xavier said disdainfully.
Grace's mind exploded. 'Practice with whom?'
She replied, "Fine, I'll find a few more people to practice with."
Whether it was this remark that angered Xavier, Grace felt a sharp pain in her earlobe as he bit her.
"Ouch, it hurts," she moaned.
This sound seemed to trigger something in Xavier. Grace, like a pure goddess, now in the mortal world, was controlled by the demon. He held her tighter, as if wanting to make her a part of himself.
Xavier's lips roamed over her neck, igniting a fire inside her. Grace's lips parted slightly as she breathed, her full lips exuding charm.
She was the perfect blend of innocence and seduction.
Xavier couldn't tear his eyes away from Grace. Finally, he crashed his lips against hers, wild and relentless like a storm, taking her breath away. He didn't give her a chance to fight back, forcing her to surrender.
The bathroom grew more intimate. Grace didn't know when Xavier had stripped her and carried her to the sink.
The cold marble beneath her and his hot chest in front of her created a stark contrast, like ice and fire.
Trembling from the conflicting sensations, she instinctively sought warmth in Xavier's embrace.
Xavier's eyes held a mischievous glint, hinting at a playful game.
Later, he carried her to the shower, water drenching them both.
Grace was pressed against the tiles, Xavier behind her, clasping her hand. The mist-covered tiles bore the marks of her struggling imprints. He turned her hand over, forcefully interlocking their fingers.
The handcuff on his wrist reflected their silhouettes.
"Grace," he panted, calling her name.
She felt like she was drowning, barely able to make a sound.
"Don't practice with anyone else."
"Practi... what?" she stammered, her thoughts scattered.
Unsatisfied, Xavier tapped her shoulder as a reminder.
"Got it," she finally remembered.
Her neck arched, her fair skin turning pink, long earrings swaying.
In the bathtub, the room outside, the sofa, the windowsill—traces of Grace and Xavier were everywhere.
Grace had no strength left. She was held by Xavier, her legs wrapped around his waist, while he seemed to have endless energy.
Late at night, after bathing her, Xavier carried her back to bed.
The only light came from a small bedside lamp, leaving the room dimly lit.
Grace had already fallen asleep, her hair spread out on the bed, covering half her face.
Xavier watched her curled up in his arms. He tucked her hair behind her ear.
Her earlobe was red, as if he had bitten it hard enough to make it bleed. Her neck was covered in faint marks, looking very attractive.
The marks on her neck showed Xavier's restraint. If he lifted the blanket, he'd see her body was covered in marks.
This wasn't about buying earrings; it was a punishment for returning them.
Xavier's loss of control made up for the uneventful days at the hotel.
The lingering taste of her became undeniable. Grace was like a fairy, tempting his soul, and he willingly let her.
Xavier found himself letting his guard down around her. Their connection seemed unpredictable. Despite his attempts to regain control, each encounter with Grace made his efforts fade. Her presence disarmed him, drawing him in time and time again.
Initially, Xavier thought Grace's relationship with Ryan was none of his concern, even wanting discord between their families.
But now, Xavier had a change of heart. He no longer wanted Grace to marry Ryan.
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