Chapter 14 Steamy Car Moment
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Fiona’s POV
The silence in the car was suffocating. Xavien’s hands gripped the wheel tighter with each mile, his knuckles pale against the leather. I could feel his wolf barely leashed beneath the surface, protective instincts flaring hot after everything that had happened.
And me? I was doing my best not to fall apart.
My breaths came shallow and shaky, and I hated how obvious it was. I stared out the window, watching the trees blur past, trying to ground myself, trying not to let the tears slip again.
Jamal, tucked safely in the backseat, was playing with his favorite toy car like nothing had happened. My sweet pup. So innocent.
“Mummy, you cry more often,” he said softly, his tiny voice pulling me from my fog. “What’s the problem? Was it that man’s fault? Tell me what he did. I’ll beat him up with my fists, Mummy!”
I blinked back the tears and turned toward him, managing a shaky smile as I reached back and cupped his cheek. His skin was warm beneath my palm, grounding me more than he’d ever understand.
“My brave little wolf,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Mummy loves you so, so much. But listen to me, okay? If you ever see that man again, I need you to run. You hear me? Don’t talk to him. Don’t let him near you. Just run, baby.”
He tilted his head, frowning, his tiny brow furrowing in confusion. “Why? He didn’t hurt me.”
I swallowed hard. Goddess, how do you explain emotional damage to a five-year-old? How do you explain that sometimes the worst pain doesn’t come from claws or fists but from silence… and abandonment?
“Because sometimes,” I said slowly, “people can hurt you without ever laying a hand on you. They can make you feel scared… and small… and not good enough. And I never, ever want you to feel that way. Do you understand?”
He nodded, kind of. But I could see in his eyes that he didn’t really get it. How could he? I hoped he never would.
“I’ll protect you, Mummy,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to cry anymore.”
That broke something in me.
I bit my lip, forcing down the sob that clawed up my throat. Xavien’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable, but his energy wrapped around me like a second skin-warm, steady, unwavering. He was always like that. Always there when I needed to fall apart.
“We’re going to be okay,” he said firmly. “I promise. But Jamal, listen to your mum. Some people… aren’t safe. No matter what they say. And your job is to protect your mum by being smart, alright?”
Jamal nodded again, a little slower this time, and I reached back to smooth his curls. “I love you, Jamal.” I whispered. “More than anything in this world.”
He smiled faintly and curled into his booster, cradling his toy like it was a shield. The usual spark in his eyes had dimmed just a little.
I leaned back in my seat and rested my forehead against the window, staring out into the passing trees, wondering how the hell one ghost from the past could still cast such a long shadow.
The drive ended too soon. Xavien pulled up in front of the cottage, the low hum of the engine finally stilling. It was quiet again.
“Fiona,” he said softly, “I’m really sorry about what happened today. I think maybe we should cancel dinner tonight. You’ve had a long day. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
That caught me off guard. I turned to face him fully, blinking in surprise.
Then I shook my head. “Don’t you dare,” I said, sharper than intended. “You planned that dinner. You took time. Don’t cancel it because of him. He’s taken enough already. He doesn’t get to ruin this too.”
Xavier’s brow furrowed, but slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “You sure?”
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“I’m sure,” I said, voice a little steadier now. “If I start canceling things every time Dorian shows his face, he wins. And I’m done letting him
win.”
Jamal scrambled out of the car and bolted toward the door, shouting over his shoulder, “Bye, Uncle Xavien! I love you!TM
Then the maid picked him up and carried him away.
My heart squeezed.
I watched him go, the bounce slowly returning to his step, and I sighed, rubbing my temples.
Xavien leaned against the driver’s side door, watching me quietly. “You’re stronger than you think, Fiona,” he said.
I glanced at him, the sunset painting soft gold across his jaw. “I’m tired of being strong,” I murmured.
Xavien grinned. his voice a seductive murmur that sent a thrill through me. “I can’t wait to have you tonight,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. His hands found my waist, pulling me close. His lips grazed my ear, each kiss sending shivers across my body.
I was unable to concentrate. He was simultaneously kissing me and caressing my pussy, putting me in complete bliss. I was unable to respond.
“Shall we see who can please you more-me or your ex-husband?”
I feel like a high school student caught in the act right now. I opened my lips to speak, but his tongue drowned out all my words. He moaned in the kiss and sought an explanation from me.
“You….alway been you, Xavien.” I let out a gasp.
“Is that so?”
His kisses ran down the length of my neck, his fingers never leaving my folds.
You… You sucking my pussy.”
Aargh!
I yelled as he pinched my core. I was scarcely willing to speak. The pleasure was coursing through my veins like some adolescent girl.
“Really?”
It was more of a question.
“Yes.”
He purred at the back of my neck. He snatched me up and escorted me upstairs. He pushed me into the bed and piled himself on top of me.
He dipped his head to seize my lips, fending them off with his own. I let out a gasp. His hands circumnavigated my neck delicately, the other thrust plunging within me. He tickled my clitter and then slid his hand to my neck to intensify the kiss, seeking access, which I readily granted. I didn’t want to stop feeling the hard, erected sensation of him against my dress. I wanted it all.
I was floating on cloud nine. Xavien was kissing in the right places. When Xavien released, my lips. My lips slid down his neck and then back up to his jaw. I rocked my hips against his pumping hardness, moaning. I need him in me right now. This feels incredible.
“Please.” I pleaded.
“Please, what, Fiona?”
“Take me now!”
He didn’t ask any questions, but he rapidly removed my dress, undoing my bra. I whined in frustration, desiring his cock in me. My hands were unable to move further away from him. I traced them around the circumference of his body without interrupting our kiss. My hands were all over his body, abs, back, hair, and shaft. Xavien pressed his lips over one of my breasts as soon as my bra came off. His mouth was pressed against one of my breasts, his fingers against the other. He nipped at my nipple. He rose from where I was. Then I noticed my panties had been taken off while we were still making out at the door. That thought swayed me even more. He separated my legs and drew his head in closer, sniffing my cunt and kissing my thighs, and alternating between them and my cunt. My mouth dropped open as he rubbed his lips on my cunt once more. I was getting used to the sniffing. Then, he blew air into my clit, and I felt it. It was so fucken good. I was once again floating on cloud nine. Xavien was well-versed in the areas to be touched. The places that piqued my interest. He pressed his lips against my clitoral region and began licking, devouring, and lapping. I could hardly believe what was occurring. I desired to close my legs; the sensation was too intense
for me to bear, but I loved it. His fingers were buried deep within me as his tongue carefully lapped at the nectar oozing from me. I almost had the sensation of being an eighteen-year-old status again. When he dipped his tongue in me and began thrusting, I came on him, and everything went on his tongue.
“Aaah, Xavien!”
I screamed and panted simultaneously. My eyes widened. Between my legs, the tingles were to die for. I chuckled, and he followed suit.
“Can he make you come like that, Fiona?”
Fuck I was too bashful to respond to that; after all, isn’t it self-evident that I nearly died of sexual frustration? While I was debating whether or not to respond. Xavien went all-in with all his might. As another orgasm seized over, I yelled. He grabbed my waist and began thrusting relentlessly, each thrust becoming more powerful than the last. I couldn’t stop myself from groaning about how nice it felt to have Xavien fuck me instead of Dorian. Found myself yelling at the same time.
“No, No, oh my fucking fucking no.”
Xavien’s thrusting had increased in speed. He pricked my nipple, pulled it between his teeth, and jiggled it while he pounded deeply into me. I was certain he could sense the mounting pressure within me. I was squeezing down on his dick and my pants were leaking breath. I noticed he was going even faster, and I yelled again as another orgasm took over my whole body.
“Please, Xavien!” He laughed and said, “I’ve got you, Fiona, I’ve got you, baby.”
He pounded me even more. As his big cock stroked its way deep into me. I gasped and clenched my teeth. Each time he gently tugged on my nipple, I clutched the pillows. Xavien lifted my legs and kept them motionless in the air, drawing me closer as we both grunted while I wrapped my feet around his neck and he slammed deep in me.
“Yes, fuck me!”
He rubbed my clit and stroked my red folds.
“Fuck! I’m coming. Xavien! Xavien!”
He slammed into me, and my legs shook as I lost feeling in my limbs. Navien held me so firmly as he came with me at the same time and placed his head on my chest.
“That was outstanding, Fiona.”
He kissed my brow, followed by my mouth.
“I wish I could spend every day with you.”
