Xavier: (Indestructible)

by Mortier, D. M.

  ***

  They devoured a large pizza between them while watching Quentin Tarantino’s The Hateful Eight movie. Cassandra was laughing so hard she had rolled off the sofa long ago. Xavier stretched out his long limbs on the sofa and was watching her more than he was watching the movie.

  “You do realize this is not a comedy, right?” Xavier asked, gazing down at her with amused indulgence.

  “I love and hate Quentin’s movies,” Cassandra said through her giggles. “I mean his movies are gruesome, outrageous, and funny as hell, all at the same time.”

  Xavier grinned as she dissolved into another fit of laughter when Samuel L Jackson blew another man’s head off. He lifted her from the floor and pulled her up to lie on the sofa next to him. She buried her face in the warm cavity of his neck and snuggled into him.

  “Continue watching the movie,” he coaxed her huskily. “I just can’t go another moment without holding you.”

  Cassandra smiled but didn’t turn to watch the movie. Instead, she delivered feather-light kisses to his neck, his chin, his jaw, and then to his lips.

  “What are you doing?” he asked gutturally.

  She smiled again. “Well, if you don’t know, I must not be doing it right.”

  “You’re doing it right. But I thought we already had this discussion.”

  “I’m tired of talking, X,” she whispered before covering his lips with hers and kissing him tenderly. He groaned under her assault and was soon twirling his tongue around hers and returning her kiss. He kissed her with all-consuming need, clutching her tighter as if he wanted to draw her into his skin.

  She pulled her lips away from his and held his dark gaze. “X, I want you. I know who you are and what you are. I want you. Make love to me please,” she said huskily.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking.” He let his lips trail down her neck. “The line between giving you a fair opportunity to make an informed choice and having the one thing I want more than I want my next breath has become infinitely blurred. I don’t know if I can stop myself from making love to you.”

  Cassandra let her head fall back in surrender, giving him better access to her skin. When he readily gave into her invitation, she knew that she had won. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. “Make love to me, X, and let me make love to you.” She captured his lips again and kissed him with all the consuming love she felt for him.

  He trembled against her, his large hands covering the back of her head and her ass, holding her in place for his dominance. He crushed her to him, kissing her deeply, passionately.

  Cassandra was out of her mind with lust for him and was only mildly aware of him standing with her held high in his arms. She sighed in contentment as he took a flight of carpeted stairs, walked down a hallway, and entered a large masculine bedroom a few minutes later. The room was lit only with the soft light of a night lamp. There were two large double windows dominating one wall. The lightweight drapes billowed gently from the ocean breeze that filled the room. The light-colored painted walls, natural wood, and numerous large plants throughout the room only added to the tranquil island feel.

  He stopped in front of the bed and lowered her to slide down his body, letting her feel every hard inch of his big frame. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to him.

  “I may not be an expert at this, but don’t we have on too many clothes?” She grinned up at him.

  Xavier stared down at her as if he couldn’t believe she was real. “You are so exquisite, Cass. Are you sure you want to settle on me?” Touching her as though she was made of glass, he ran a finger gently over her nose, her cheek, and then her lips. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  Cassandra stepped away from him and pulled her dress over her head and tossed the garment on a nearby armchair. “Does this answer your question?” she asked huskily as she unhooked her strapless bra and shimmied out of the matching lacy panty. Knowing how much he had admired her body earlier in revealing daylight, she felt confident standing before him completely naked.

  His smoldering gaze roamed over her with unadulterated hunger. Her nipples tightened, and butterflies exploded in her stomach at his heated visual caress. He moved slowly toward her, his gaze growing more molten and his nostril flaring with fevered intent. When he stood mere inches in front of her, he swooped down and covered her lips in a probing kiss. Heat coiled anew in her pelvis and very quickly surged throughout her body. He raised his head only when they both needed to breathe.

  Xavier lifted her in his arms again and gently placed her on the king-sized bed.

  The sheet was cool on her naked back. He smoothed her dark hair onto the pillow. “This is where you belong,” he said softly. Covering her lips with his, he kissed her tenderly, reverently. As though she was made of fragile glass, he trailed his lips over her cheek, her neck, down her body, worshipping her skin wherever he kissed and touched.

  She whimpered as his lips roamed her flat stomach, her hips, bypassing her mons to caress her thighs and her legs. He turned her over and started all over again, kissing every inch of her back, the indentation of her waist, and her bottom. He sank his teeth into the smooth skin of her buttocks.

  “Aahh!” Cassandra writhed beneath him, reveling in his infinite tenderness, his adoration. His masculine scent swirled around her, making her ache even more. Moisture gathered in her eyes. “Xavier, please,” she sobbed. She was mindless with the need for his possession, desperate for the feel of his hard body pressed against her, for the feel of his heat melding with hers.

  He rolled to his feet beside the bed and started to unbutton his shirt.

  “No, let me,” Cassandra rasped out, needing to touch him. She crawled from the bed and approached him without any inhibitions or hesitation.

  His gaze darkened with desire as she drew closer to him, her movements slow and seductive.

  With fingers that were not in the least bit steady, she unbuttoned his shirt and trailed her fingers over each inch of skin as she pushed the garment from him. She slowly lowered to her knees, ensuring her sensitive skin scraped against his to assuage some of her growing need. She unzipped his jeans, letting her fingers lightly caress the massive bulge through his underwear. His cock strained against the material, distending from his body like a club snaking toward his chiseled abs. She curled her fingers around his cock through the thin material.

  He groaned gutturally, thrusting his hips forward and pushing his cock deeper into her palm.

  Cassandra pulsed between her thighs in helpless fascination. Everything about his body intrigued her. The sight of him never failed to reach deep inside of her and draw out the most desperate need to feel his solid frame against her. He was hard all over. Pushing his jeans off his hips, she peeled his underwear over his weighty erection. She couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips as his length bounced free of its confines and landed in her greedy hand. Her fingers tried to close around him without success, unable to completely circle the broad width.

  He growled low in his throat as she cupped him. Tightening her grip around his thick phallus, she ran her palm up and down from the base of his cock up the veiny length and to the round head. He suddenly pulled her to her feet and into his arms, trapping her hand between them.

  He pried her fingers from around his cock and stepped out of his jeans and underwear.

  As soon as he straightened, Cassandra palmed him again, helplessly drawn to the power and virile beauty of his erection.

  He pulled her to her feet and held her against him. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His voice was gritty, as if forced from deep in his throat. His arms tightened around her, his heat surrounding her.

  “X,” she whimpered as he ground his hips into hers. She maintained her grip around his steely length.

  He lowered his head and took her lip between his teeth, nibbling the plump flesh.

  Cassandra loved how his big body shivered and he pulsed in her hand as she glided he
r palm over him, curling her fingers, gently squeezing and pumping his shaft.

  Xavier groaned and deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue and thrusting his hips into her fist until his skin grew dewy with a light sheen of sweat. He lifted her in his arms.

  She was so busy reveling in his impressive strength that she was only vaguely aware of him lifting her, placing her on the cool sheets again, and following her to lie on top of her without breaking their kiss. She was overwhelmed by him, his taste, his scent, his masculine warmth. He released her lips, rested his forehead against hers, and gazed into her eyes with such lust that she shivered anew from the searing awareness that rocked her.

  Winding her arms around his neck, she clutched him tighter to her, loving his bulky frame bearing down on her and his hard muscles acting like an erotic stimulant on her sensitive skin.

  Xavier slowly and meticulously kissed, nibbled, and caressed every inch of her body, his hands and lips caressing erogenous areas of her skin she had no idea she had. His love was in every kiss, every touch, and every whisper of appreciation for her. He worshiped her body as if it was the most sacred temple.

  She couldn’t withstand the sensual bombardment. No matter how much she pleaded, he refused to be rushed. By the time he aligned the broad head of his cock to her sleek opening, she was mindlessly begging him for his possession. With a gentle care she appreciated, given his size and power, he fed her his shaft inch by aching inch.

  Cassandra moaned in both pleasure and slight discomfit. His cock was wedged into her tight walls, plowing through tissue that had never been breached.

  “Relax, Cass,” he murmured, coaxing with his hands, massaging her ass and thighs. The deep baritone of his voice seared through her, melting her stiff limbs and easing her muscles. She helplessly widened her thighs, and her inner walls relaxed to let him slide deeper into her heat.

  Unable to fully seat his entire length into her, Xavier scraped the hard, rigid length against the sensitive flesh of her clit as he glided rhythmically in and out of her, sinking deeper and deeper into her with each swivel of his hips. Holding her hands above her head in one fist, he bent his head and took a beaded nipple into his mouth. Each stroke of his cock was deliberate, torturously slow and deep. He played her body like a fine-tuned instrument, driving into her with dominant, deep thrusts.

  Her cries and his groans echoed throughout the room, both in a mindless symphony of an expression of love that was as old as time.

  He rooted from one nipple to the next while stroking tenderly into her, sending sharp bolts of sizzling urgency reeling throughout her body.

  “Oh God, X,” she sobbed as myriad sensations assailed her. Her senses short-circuited, and she burst into flames, splintering into a mind-numbing orgasm.

  Xavier held her glistening amber gaze as she climaxed around him, her inner walls squeezing his cock and her juices coating him as he drove in and out of her heat. He raised her legs higher on his back and ground his hips in deliberately, thrusting in and then slowly pulling out of her and repeating the sweet swivel of his hips over and over again. He watched his cock disappear into her molten core. The erotic sight of her closing around him, swallowing his granite length, made him even harder, pulsing with red-hot lust. With primitive instincts rising swiftly to the surface, he wanted to mark her as his. Burying his head in the fragrant cavity of her neck, he gripped her skin between his teeth, sucking the tender spot and marking her. He increased the speed of his thrusts, hard and deep.

  Her soft cries filled the room.

  Everything about her, the sexy moans, soft skin, feminine scent, and her heat gripping his cock ratcheted up his need, sending blazing sensation up his spine. He toppled over the edge and lost all control, exploding in a blistering climax.

  Feeling lethargic and completely weak in every limb of his body, Xavier rolled slightly to the side of her to remove his bulk from her smaller frame. He wrapped her against him with his left leg thrown over her thighs and his arm around her stomach. He couldn’t bear being separated from her. Cassandra snuggled closer, wiggling until his chest covered her back and his hips cradled her bottom, his still-hard cock nestled at the seam of her ass cheeks; showing that she didn’t want to be away from him either.

  “Thank you,” she mumbled and then snuggled deeper against him in contentment.

  “No, thank you, sweetheart,” Xavier said humbly. He kissed the top of her head softly. “Thank you for trusting me with your body. Did I hurt you?”

  Cassandra smiled.

  He felt her happiness deep in his bones; nothing else had ever made him so happy. It was a feeling that was alien to him, an awe of having such a beautiful creature want him, who could possibly love him. He wanted that so much his yearning almost hurt. For now, he would just enjoy the bliss of having her in his arms.

  “No, it was more beautiful than I ever imagined,” she finally whispered.

  Xavier hugged her tighter. “I never meant for this to happen. Now that it has, I pray you don’t regret giving yourself to me.”

  “No, never.”

  He sighed deeply. “You’re mine now.” His voice was grave, daring her to deny it.

  She turned and held his gaze, and her eyes sparkled with humor. “I hope you know that this goes both ways. Yes, I’m yours, but you’re also mine. I’m not letting you go, X. So whatever hang-ups you have about us, get over them. Besides, after your stalkerish behavior, you deserved to be stalked in return.”

  He kissed her ear and then her neck. “I’m glad we agree. I want you to stay here with me tonight.”

  Cassandra giggled. “I don’t think so, lover boy. Just because I slept with you, it doesn’t mean that I’m going to sleep with you.”

  “What the hell does that mean?”

  “It means that, until there’s a ring on this finger, I’m not living in sin with you.”

  “I have news for you; you’ve already sinned.” Xavier chuckled. “Are you proposing to me?”

  She lightly punched him in the bicep. “You’re not going to think it’s so funny when Qin proposes to me.”

  He flipped her over onto her back and loomed over her, all traces of humor erased from his face. “Don’t even fuckin’ joke about that shit. Do you understand me? You’re mine, dammit!”

  “I hear ya.” She laughed as he continued to glare down at her. “I’m still not sleeping here tonight though.”

  Now that she’d reminded him about the Asian, his caution about the danger Qin posed returned. “I can’t trust that those idiot brothers of yours are going to protect you from an asshole like Qin.”

  “I’ve known men like Qin all my life. My brothers don’t need to protect me because I can protect myself,” Cassandra insisted.

  Xavier rolled to his feet, reached down, and lifted her in his arms. “Come, take a shower with me. I don’t have the strength to argue further with your stubborn behind.”

  Cassandra started laughing and teasing him about not being able to handle a strong woman.

  A few minutes later, she was no longer laughing. He was so deep inside of her that she was crying out in ecstasy.

  Oh yeah, I can handle a strong woman just fine.

  Warm water cascaded over them, steaming up the large wall-to-wall glass shower. Xavier had her back anchored against the wet tiled wall and her long legs wrapped around his waist as he sawed up into her. He could feel the muscles in his thighs, butt, stomach, and back ripple and contract with each swivel of his hips. He was hard as steel, piercing into her with frenzied lust. The scent of their loving filled his nostrils, forcing a feral growl of lust from deep in his throat.

  She quivered violently against him, her hot sex closing around his cock, sucking him deeper inside of her. She surrendered to him completely, allowing him to twist her, take her anyway he wanted. Her blind trust was like an aphrodisiac, stoking the flames of his lust to new levels. He pounded into her with unbridled abandonment, no longer able to control his desire.

  Cassandra t
ightened her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She threw her head back against the tiled wall and cried out as she fractured and splintered into another orgasm.

  He drove up into her one last time before following her into his own blazing release.

  ***

  Much later, after they had both fallen into a deep sleep, Cassandra woke feeling at first disoriented and then felt absolute bliss being cocooned in his arms. She loved the way his long legs were intertwined with hers, his arms wrapped around her stomach, and the heat of his body at her back. He made her feel cherished, safe, and loved. The thought of leaving this haven to go home to a virtual war zone was not at all palatable. She closed her eyes and cuddled closer to him but whispered reluctantly, “I need to get home, X.”

  “You’re already home. You’re just too damn stubborn to admit it,” Xavier grumbled.

  “Correct me if I’m wrong, but this isn’t your home either,” she mumbled.

  He flipped her over onto her back and pinned her to the bed with his bulk on top of her. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “Anywhere you are is my home.”

  “Ahh, that was so sweet,” Cassandra teased, grinning up at him. “However, I still need to get home.” She wound her arms around his neck and pulled his head back toward her to receive her kiss. In seconds the kiss deepened and turned carnal, red-hot need sizzling through her.

  Xavier lifted his head and slowly moved away from her to sit up on the edge of the bed. “No, sweetheart, we have to stop.” His breathing was erratic, fractured. “You’ll be too sore tomorrow.”

  Cassandra sat up as well and draped herself over his broad back. She sneakily abraded her aroused nipples against him, trying to assuage the need still pulsing through her. “I thought you wanted me to stay,” she said huskily.

  He gave a short bark of laughter. “Behave, Cass. There’s only so much of that I can take. You keep this up and you won’t be able to walk today.”

  She delivered soft kisses to the back of his neck. “I’m sure you can take care of me without hurting me.” She wiggled around him and found her way to straddle his lap.