Xavier
He was screwed..driven in lust for her. He was crazy about her since the first time he had his eyes on her. The way she was walking graciously in the meeting, he was waiting for a moment..a moment where he could see her, touch her. He was just looking for a one night stand, but when finally he had a chance with her at the club and, she rejected him. That's when it clicked him, she wasn't a girl to throw herself on him. But he could still see that lust, the same intensified delicious feeling in her eyes as well.
He wasn't upset over the fact that she rejected him. He was just intrigued because he had experienced rejection for the first time.
The clock was already screaming eight and yet Krystal is still locked up inside the comfort room. She is jittery, anxious and scared. She doesn't know what to do, what to expect. Xavier faces from earlier this morning flashes in her eyes – the way he looks at her, the way how he let his eyes eat her entire existence made her lose her remaining sanity at the moment. Krystal is sweating and shivering, she is contemplating whether to follow his order to meet him or not. The incident earlier makes her feel agitated to even lock eyes with him. She feels so stupid to let him kiss and touch her like that once again. What is wrong with her? Krystal thought. Something doesn't feel right to her, something about this 'meeting up' is making her feel up
WARNING!!! SO LONG CHAPTER WITH HEAVY (21+ SMUT) DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE. EVEN CAN'T READ AFTER WRITING LOL;) AND 10, 12, 15 YEARS OLD STAY AWAY FROM THIS CHAPTER!! ENJOY !!!! *************************************** Then do it." Krystal's voice was ever so confident, so powerful, and so beautiful for Xavier to hear. It was like everything was gone and she could only think of him, only Xavier. He makes her weak, makes her lose her sanity. He advanced slowly, putting his fingers at the base of her neck and trailing it downwards, between her breasts, down her stomach and stopping at the top of her waist. His eyes met hers, "I want to do many things to you, Krystal. Really bad things. I want you at my mercy while I explore your body and show you how good I can make you feel. Do you want it, sweetheart?" She swallowed hard as he leaned down to kiss her calves. every feeling of his lip
Xavier had dropped Krystal off on the front of her apartment building an hour ago before returning to his penthouse. As of the moment, Krystal is staring at her reflection in the mirror, with nude lipstick in her hand. She is supposed to be doing her simple makeup so that she can go to work but all she do is gaze at herself, thinking. Her cheeks are flushed in the pink shade as she is biting her lower lip unconsciously. Her mind is whirling on the thoughts of last night. Wow. She never thought she could let herself loose like that, she never thought that she would sleep with another man other than Nick, let alone Xavier. She has no regrets though, she loves every second and every feeling of it. Xavier's body from last night was still fresh in her mind – his delicious stomach, skilled and toned arms and chest made her bite her lip harder; and the memory when her eyes saw his member last night m
Xavier — Krystal It's all Krystal he can think about. She's like the forbidden fruit that he keeps on wanting, keeps seeing, keeps on touching, and keeps on needing – need to fuck. She's also alike the deadly methamphetamine to him. She keeps on invading his mind and send him to his high that he can no longer deny nor suppress. It's crazy. She drives him crazy. He can't get enough of her Damn, Xavier mutter to himself. Krystal is so intoxicating that he might want to cage her and sees her naked all day and all night. He never felt like this before and no, he's not in love with her. He is not having those butterfly feelings fluttering in his stomach nor thus he gets tingling sensations in his body. He just can't get her out of his mind. He just wants her and her body. And he cannot deny that she is the first and only woman he fucked raw – no la
Krystal Pov: The car immediately stops roaring as we both reach the destination of my apartment. Slowly, I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of the car. Xavier stayed inside. I walk to his side and he rolls the window down. "Thank you, Xavier," I speak, bending down. Both of our eyes meet and I smiled awkwardly. Xavier only nods before he let his husky voice reach my ear. "No problem, Krystal." "Yeah," I replied awkwardly. I clear my throat as we stare at each other. The air seems to feel thick but I can't look away. "Would you like to come inside?" I suddenly ask and Xavier raises his eyebrows. "I mean, I'd like to treat you a bowl of ramen now since you haven't eaten yet? R-right?" I chuckle nervously, eyes looking away from his. Xavier looks at me with amus
"I haven't felt this way before but I want you, Krystal. I want you so much that it drives me crazy." In an instant, Krystal's eyes snapped open. It's unbelievable. Xavier would not dare say those things, not to any women, not even to her. She must have heard him wrong. Her eyes are bulging, unsteady as she looks up to him. Her pupils searching his, his truth. "W-what?" Krystal let out shakily. Xavier heaves a sigh, his breathe touches her face. "You drive insane, Krystal. You make me want you more. Your simple moves make me want you more than I should... you're just, you're something." Krystal's hea
Krystal woke up at the sunlight blazing through her eyes. She slowly opens her eyes, peeking through her eyelashes. Squinting her eyes to the side, she sees Xavier still asleep, his arms around her. She smiled at the sight of him, her heart-tugging wildly inside her chest. It feels good. He looks so fluffy when he's asleep, it's cute. His lips are pouty and his cheeks are round, he's like a child stuck in a muscular body. Her lips curve into a smile. She is feeling so much inside her chest, it feels like bursting. She hasn't felt anything like this until now. There is no denying that she like him, and she is slowly falling Regrets and negative feelings are fading away. She wants more of him, she wants more than just what she is now, she wants more than just sex. Maybe this is the start, she thinks to herse
Krystal watches through the window as to how the lights become smaller and smaller as the plane lifts, finally taking off. She's riding a private plane with Xavier and Mr Nathan to Paris. Paris is a twelve hours flight. Thinking about it, it's a long ride and she can only think of sleeping the whole flight. Xavier is seated beside Mr Nathan parallel from where she is, while Krystal is sitting alone. They seem to be discussing something as they look so serious. Deciding, since Krystal have nothing else to do and everything that she need for the important meeting for the next day are well prepared, she closed her eyes. And as the aeroplane aligned itself with the fluffy clouds, her mind went fuzzy, all are forgotten as she drift to deep sleep. From the opposite of Krystal, Xavier took a glance at her form. When he sees that she had fallen asleep, a small smile formed on his lips. She looks ador
After a few days of staying with Xavier and Krystal being fully well, she decided to go home and call an operator to have the car fixed. Xavier was hesitant to let her go but it was such a surprise that he didn't push the subject of moving in on her. It's a relief knowing that he understands her now."Do you really have to go?" He murmurs against the skin of her shoulder, his arms wrapping around her waist as he snuggles himself to her.Krystal chuckles and brushes his hair with her fingers. "Hmmm... we'll see each other in the office though."She hears him grumble again. "I know but that's different.""Different?" She pulls away to look at him, curious.Xavier sighs as if he's defeated before boring his eyes to her own. "I want you with me, all the fucking goddamn time. I want to sleep with you in my arms after we have sex, to see you the first thing I wake up, eat with you and all the shit, Krystal."Krystal's lips lift up with his statement. Xavier is terrible at doing this kind of
Krystal lay on the sofa, reading a magazine, with her feet on Xavier's lap. Xavier has one hand fiddling and playing with her toes while the other one is holding a pen, scribbling down something into his black notebook, as she notices.He's quiet and looks so focused on whatever he's doing. Krystal peeks her head from the magazine to take a look at him and he's so glued to it.She sits up, drops the magazine, and moves closer to him, "What are you doing?" She asks.Xavier snaps his head towards her and before she can take a look at what he has written, he closes his notebook. "Nothing."Krystal shot her brow up. "It's nothing. What were you writing?""None." He shakes his head, denying it.She glared at him, studying his face and she see that he was lying to her. He has written something in his notebook and by the looks of it, it's something important. She spread her arms and try to reach for the notebook but Xavier has it first, pulling it away from her reach."Show me," Krystal whin
Xavier has decided to take a few days' leaves, with Krystal of course, claiming that she's not in good shape to attend office and that he wants to take care of her hence staying. Once again, Krystal complains but he's not having her reasons.But despite it all, she can't deny that she's most happy to ditch work and spend time with him. It feels like she's back to being a fifteen-year-old high school student ditching classes to go hang out with her boyfriend. It makes her feel very much giddy. The only difference is just, that she's ditching a bigger responsibility and Xavier is not her boyfriend.In all honesty, she couldn't still let it out of her head; what the two of them, or supposed to be. But for the sake of both her sanity and his, she'll choose to forget it and just live every moment you have with him.She'll take whatever and anything she can get. As long as she'll have him.And as of today, Krystal was rummaging around his things, as Xavier is taking a shower. From drawer to
TRIPLE UPDATE YEAH!!!--------Krystal Xavier asks her to take sit back on the bed and start to feed her even though she told him she's able to eat by herself. He doesn't let her and continues to do it until she finished the bowl."Xavier, I can feed myself," Krystal told him, her voice whining."No, let me feed you." He insists, motioning the spoon towards her mouth. She closes her mouth tightly and gives him a stare. "Oh, come on baby.""Xavier..." Krystal shakes her head and tries to steal the spoon from his hand but his reflexes are fast as he pulls his hand away from her attempt.He places the spoon back into the bowl and grasps both her hands with his own, his eyes bore into hers intensely and say, "Krystal, just let me feed you okay? I want to do this so let me." He looks at me pleadingly, as if it's his only redemption.And so she let him. She heaves a sigh and opens her mouth. As he feeds her, Krystal can always feel her heart beating fast as Xavier does not forget to stare
Krystal The warm comfort of the sheets helped Krystal shiver less. She feels like she's going to be sick with the heaviness of her head and the clogging of her nose and throat. Her ears are ringing, like a faint sound she hears but it keeps on ringing and she can't open her eyes.She grips the sheet tightly, wrapping it around her body as she snuggles closer seeking more warmth. She's feeling so cold, literally."Jesus Krystal, what's happening to you?" She heard the familiar voice asking while touching her forehead. She wants to say something, anything, but she can't for her eyes open for her. She wants to see his face, she wants to touch him to see if he's really beside her if he's touching her if he's really calling her name.As hard as she's trying, her eyes are tightly shut and as much as she wants to hold him in her arms, her body feels so heavy that she can't move a muscle. A painful moan is only she can give as she lay shivering in coldness."Fuck." Krystal hears him again. H
Krystal Are all men like this?She has come to ask this; are all men like Xavier? He's just so cold, he's acting like he doesn't know her and when she's around him he acts like he doesn't want her around. Are other men act like him too? Do they avoid her to the extent of not wanting her around, wanting her out of their lives?No, of course not. Who is she to stereotype? She doesn't know anything about other men and sure as hell she doesn't compare them to each other. She's just curious, just curious about how would they face and deal with a situation like this, or more likely you want to see the different way they could've handled it.Maybe they wouldn't shove her away, they wouldn't ignore her existence, maybe they would've understood her and let her decide and accept her decision, or maybe they would've confirmed their feelings to her to prove that they really want her in their lives.That's what Krystal wanted.What she wanted but not her reality, never be one.This has gone for a
"W-what?" Is Krystal's immediate response with her eyes all wide and mouth hanging open? is she hearing Xavier right? Is his sense alright, no, is he in his right senses?D-did...did he just ask her to move in here with him? Is he being serious? Is he kidding?Krystal tries to blink her eyes – trying that maybe when she opened them again she'll just realize that it's just a dream, that she was asleep when it all happens but on the brink where she opened her eyes, it's not. It's not because when she opened her eyes, Xavier was still there in front of her, in all nakedness and glory, and still has the hopeful smile.He asked her."Move in with me.""Just live here. move-in with me."It keeps echoing in her mind, over and over again and she still can't believe he just asked her that. Moving in. Is he being serious? Does he mean it? Her stomach is churning with butterflies and worry.Of course, she couldn't help to feel special that he asked her to move in with him, and of course, she woul
Xavier swipes the loofah across her back and bubbles cover the skin part but is gone immediately due to the water cascading from the showerhead. Krystal's body shivers at how so intimate and sexual his action is. She means, she just had morning sex but could it be that bad that she's so turned on, again?Krystal then feels him raise his movement onto her shoulder and she watches his action by tilting her head to the side. When the bubbles are brushed off by the water again, Krystal sucks in a breath when Xavier places his warm lips on the skin of her shoulder.He keeps the movement of his hand to scrub the rest of her body while the other hand holds your hip as he trails sloppy and wet kisses on her shoulder up to her neck."Xavier..." She called him, not sure why."Yes, Krystal?" He murmurs on her skin which sends vibrations all over her. The way he calls her name makes her weak to her knees. She won't know why or how but whenever he pronounces it, it makes her melt; there's just som
Krystal shuffles in the warm comfort of the sheet as she wakes up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she meets Xavier's gaze – he stared at her intensely that it have her succumb and melt right on the spot. She can tell that he's been staring at her for some time now since he's so deep into it, he doesn't even blink she tries to channel a question of why he's staring at her.She noticed her position in his arms then. Her head lay against his stretched arms, face nuzzling unto his naked chest, arms snaking on his hard torso. The sheets only cover and hang low on his front, highlighting his toned v-lines. The sheets are also draped on her body but it exposes more of her legs.She flush as the memory of last night comes vividly unto her imagination; of how he kissed her and takes her on top of his piano. She loves every moment of it but more so, she loves how he plays, how beautiful the piece he created, and how he let her play it with him.Regardless of the thoughts and remembrances, she