Chapter Eighty-eight: Trust and Connection

Grace’s Point of View

“You're so wise and sexy. It drives me wild,” I purred, running my tongue over my lips as I gazed at my boyfriend.

Aamon's smirk widened, and he motioned for me to come to him with a single finger. I sauntered over, hips swaying suggestively, teasing him just enough to arouse but not enough to anger him. Aamon was in need of release, and I knew exactly how to give it to him. It was one of my many skills.

As soon as I was close enough, Aamon hoisted me up over his shoulder and playfully slapped my ass while growling "Mine." I laughed, and he gave another firm smack, squeezing the cheek afterwards. Yes, I knew exactly what he wanted tonight, and I was more than ready to give it.

With a swift movement, Aamon threw me onto the bed and swiftly locked the door behind us. I eagerly stripped off my clothes and assumed a submissive position on all fours, my back arched and head held high, ready for his every command.

“You're my perfect little plaything, aren't you?” Aamon purred, leering at me on the bed.

I didn't respond, but I knew my role well. This was a game we both relished, and I excelled at it.

"Spread yourself open for me," Aamon commanded as he shed his clothing to reveal his sculpted, powerful form before me.

With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I eagerly obeyed as he inserted his throbbing member into my eager mouth. Aamon firmly grasped my hair and forcefully thrust into me, causing me to become even more aroused, my arousal evident by the wetness dripping down my thighs. My desire for him was overwhelming, but I knew to hold back. Tonight was about his control, and I would surrender to his every command.

His essence coated the back of my throat and overflowed, dripping out of my lips. But I eagerly swallowed every drop he offered me and then used my fingers to collect the remaining remnants, licking them clean as Aamon watched with satisfaction.

“Tell me your safeword, Grace,” Aamon growled in a husky voice.

“Red,” I breathed out.

Aamon crawled on the bed behind me, lifting my lower body while pushing my head down onto the mattress. His tongue delved into my core, claiming me as his own and bringing me to the edge and over within moments. I couldn't resist giving in to Aamon; his skilled tongue was addictive. As he pulled me up, I shivered with pleasure and pressed my knees together. Aamon's strong arms wrapped around my body, his hands finding their way to my breasts and then softly around my neck.

I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I trusted Aamon. It was a way for him to feel powerful and for me to feel his power. It would hurt a little but not do any harm. Aamon pulled me closer to him, tilting my head back so he could kiss me while gently choking me at the same time. The combination of being dominated and loved so passionately turned me on even more, causing me to grow even wetter with desire.

It was intense, and we quickly found our release in each other. Aamon held me close as we caught our breath before we went at it again. We would find ourselves in each other and forget about all the dangers waiting for us outside this room until the morning light.

Xavier’s Point of View

I undressed Rei and carefully tucked her into the luxurious king-sized bed. I left my boxers on and joined her under the covers. As she slept peacefully beside me, I couldn't help but watch her every breath, grateful for the simple act of inhaling and exhaling.

Proposing to Rei in that way was not my intention. I may not have completely ruined things, but I definitely made an already difficult situation even more complicated. Even though I didn't expect her to leave or end our relationship, I knew deep down that proposing to her right now was not what she needed. It would only add another layer of control to her life, something she had already experienced far too often. Her entire existence had been manipulated, like a puppet with strings being pulled without her knowledge.

This day has been a rollercoaster of emotions. It began on a high note, but everything quickly spiraled into chaos. I can't solely blame Lillianna for it all, although part of me wants to pin the blame on her at this moment. The truth always finds its way to the surface eventually. Rei would have found out eventually about what I did. Considering the circumstances, she handled it better than expected. But, as I watch her sleeping peacefully, I wonder if she has truly processed everything yet.

Rei had suppressed her feelings for years and focused on what needed to be done. She wasn’t living just for herself; three children depended on her. I knew this. I’d watched her from afar for years. But now that it was in her life and I wasn’t just the outsider looking in, it was harder to navigate than I’d expected.

We had the sex part down now, no problem. Rei was an enthusiastic and very giving partner. But now, we have to learn how to communicate with each other effectively. We needed to listen and trust each other enough to be open about our needs and feelings without holding back. It would be a difficult process for both of us, but it was necessary. I knew she was the one for me, and I was sure she felt the same way. Maybe not with a ring on her finger anytime soon, but I knew without a doubt that she loved me.

I tenderly pressed my lips to Rei's forehead, not wanting the moment to end. I leaned over and switched off the lamp on the bedside table. As I settled into bed, I hoped that sleep would come quickly tonight. Lillianna and Emmanuel were still out there, and with the public now aware of Rei's Brzezinski heritage, there would be even more people seeking to harm her for no reason other than her family ties. I would need to make sure that Rei and the kids were safe. For me, now and for the rest of my days, they would always come first.