Chapter Twenty-five: Whispers of Desire

Rei’s Point of View

After Salem and Onyx had gone to bed and Shiloh had disappeared into her room with a book, Grace offered to stay the night and watch a movie with me. Her kindness was appreciated but unnecessary. I assured her that I was handling things just fine on my own. Yes, I was disappointed, but I had endured plenty of difficult situations. This was a minor disappointment, nothing that was truly detrimental.

I was aware that Xavier had feelings for me. He called his friend who then told Sam, who eventually told me. That was more than just casual kindness; it was a boyfriend's behaviour. However, I wasn't naive enough to believe that Xavier and I were in a committed relationship. But it was reassuring to know that he had some level of interest in me. And to be honest, I definitely had feelings for him too.

I tidied up the kitchen, washing the few dishes we had used. When I reached Xavier's mug, I couldn't help but pause and smile. It hadn't been a full day since we hooked up, and he had already made a lasting impression on my life. Few people were allowed into our tight-knit circle. As a single mom, I fiercely protected the life I had built for my children and myself. Shiloh's reaction to his presence was understandable; I had never brought a man home.

I brewed myself a cup of herbal tea and settled onto the couch in the living room with a cozy blanket. I reflected on the chaotic events of my day, feeling grateful that Onyx's swelling had significantly decreased and he was back to his lively self, bouncing around without a care in the world. It was a massive relief for both of us; if his injury had been severe, our lives would have become much more challenging. I reminded both Onyx and Salem to walk down the stairs from now on and not slide on or jump over the railing. I hoped they would remember when neither their older sister nor I were keeping an eye on them.

Heading back to work tomorrow filled me with dread, knowing Mary would inevitably ask how my night had gone. How could I tell her the truth? She was like a detective, always prying for information. But at the same time, I knew she would never betray my trust by spreading gossip. Having such a loyal and caring friend amid a workplace filled with spicy and dirty-minded coworkers was comforting. Mind you Mary possessed a rather racy and uninhibited mindset herself.

I exhaled deeply and set my mug in the sink, deciding to deal with the dishes tomorrow. After double-checking that the security system was activated, doors were locked, and lights were off downstairs, I dragged myself up the stairs to my room. After a quick shower, I collapsed onto my bed. The day had been long and tiring, full of unexpected events.

I bent over to set the alarm for tomorrow and reached for my book. I have been engrossed in a collection of traditional fairytales with a mafia spin. They were captivating, and I cherished the quiet moments when I could indulge in reading them. Stephanie Swann was one of my favourite authors, and I loved the worlds she created in her books, especially the morally ambiguous male characters and fierce female leads. After devouring three chapters, I glanced at the clock and sighed in disappointment, realizing I would have to wait until tomorrow to read more.

As I drifted off into the unknown abyss of sleep, the idea of having an ever-present guardian watching over me brought a mix of emotions. It was simultaneously comforting and stifling, like being smothered by a warm blanket. The thought of constantly being monitored and protected left me feeling suffocated and stripped of my independence. How would it feel to have this vigilant protector, always ready to whisk me away from danger before I knew it existed? The mere notion filled me with both wonder and anxiety, causing my mind to race as I fell deeper into slumber.

***

“Rei, what are you thinking about?” Xavier's voice was a whisper in my ear.

I turned to him and grinned. This had to be a dream.

"What are you doing here, X?" I whispered back.

We were both leaning against his sleek motorcycle, admiring the sunrise again.

"I've missed you," X murmured and leaned in for a kiss.

His mouth was hot and seductive, luring me deeper into his embrace. At that moment, nothing else mattered except for the sensation of his lips on mine. I surrendered myself to the pleasure, letting our tongues entwine in a passionate dance fueled by desire.

X hoisted me onto his motorcycle, positioning me on the gas tank with my legs spread wide, wearing only a sundress and no underwear. Whose fantasy was this? Mine? My mind raced with anticipation as I waited for him to take control of my body. I knew he could see all of me, and that thought turned me on even more.

"You're such a naughty girl," X purred, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "But you're all mine."

My body throbbed with insatiable lust. The thought of Xavier ravishing me with unbridled passion last night had my desire dripping down my thighs, yearning for more.

X traced a finger teasingly up my inner thighs, feeling for himself just how soaked I was and smirked like a devilish predator. His hands tantalized and controlled the desire bubbling inside me until it erupted in a frenzy, and I gasped for air, satiated but still craving more. I wanted him, all of him inside of me.

"What do you want, Rei?" Xavier's low and husky voice sent shivers down my spine. "It's just a dream, anything you want." He smirked, his gaze full of seduction and promise.

What did I desire? X's hazel eyes held a mischievous glint as he eagerly awaited my answer. In all of my dreams, he had always been the one to take charge while I followed along. But this time, for the first time, he asked me what I wanted.

“Fuck me on the bike?” I asked, biting my lip.

Even in my wildest dreams, I couldn't imagine his response. But X just grinned, his eyes sparkling with wicked intentions.

"Is this your own desire speaking, or are you trying to fulfill some fantasy of mine?" He taunted, sending shivers down my spine.

“Mine,” I whispered as I leaned close to him, my voice dripping with desire.

X exceeded all my expectations. He effortlessly spun me around, gripping the handlebars as I held on for dear life. The roar of the motorcycle was nothing compared to the sound of our bodies colliding in a frenzy of pleasure. And when I questioned how he managed to keep us from crashing, X only smirked and whispered something about his incredible balance and stamina.