Pleasurable quest

“It's you,

It's always you,

If I'm ever gonna fall in love,

I know it's gonna be you.” -Ali Gatie

"She is Xavier Knight's rumored girlfriend."

"What are-" I tried to cut him in between.

"Poor guy. I have heard, he is a nice person, but you know what, a few years back his wife ran away." Said Sam as sharp pain flowed in my chest at the reminder. "How cruel can someone be, to do this on their wedding night?"

"I… I… didn't…" I stammered, trying to find words to defend my hideous actions.

"Hey, Evelyn, are you okay? You look flustered." He said in worry.

"Yeah, just in need of some fresh air." I said with a tight smile and darted out of the hall as soon as possible, not caring about the fact that they might not let me in again, or perhaps they would. But I couldn't care any less.

Once I was out of the hall, I rushed towards the elevator at right and pressed the desired location of my suite that I had been sharing with Xavier.

After reaching the floor, I briskly walked towards the suite and entered it after unlocking the door. There were a few wooden stools kept in the balcony to enjoy the sea sight of California. Once I reached there, I sat down on a bench and let out an exhausted groan.

How long do I have to bear the brunt of my blunder? Would people even forget this one mistake? Would I always be known as a cheat, a betrayer?

I had been in the same place for about twenty minutes, when my ears registered the faint sound of clicking.

"Seems like you have changed your type." It was Xavier's voice, and from the sound of it, he was drunk.

"Not now, Xavier." I whispered but maybe he didn't hear it.

"Tell me Evelyn, how does it feel to be flirting with someone else in front of the man you betrayed, the man who happened to be your husband?" He asked once he was in front of me.

"Please, Xavier." I almost begged and his eyes darkened as his jaw clenched.

I stood up to leave his sight and was about to walk when he abruptly stood in front of me. We were now standing a few inches apart, but damn I swear his glowering was enough to crumble me into ashes. He kept on clenching and unclenching his fists, in an attempt to control his temper. He never budged, instead his gaze bore into mine, scrutinizing each and every feature of my body. His eyes roamed over every inch of my body, making me feel nervous and avert my gaze.

"Step aside, Xavier."

He challenged, saying, "Try to pass me."

"Why are you making it so difficult?" I screeched on top of my lungs. God, why does he have to make everything so difficult?

"I'm your boss and you're responsible to follow my orders. You have no authority to defy me." He snarled; his hands balled into fists.

"Are you even listening to your baseless blabbering?"

"Shut the hell up!" He roared with pure antagonism and fisted his hand on the glass painting that hung by the wall. I gasped at the sight of glasses shattered into tiny pieces, droplets of blood oozing down his knuckles. His jaw was clenched as he shot daggers to my eyes, not because of the pain that was inflicted from the quick punch, but the remembrance of my betrayal.

I scanned my surroundings, shock never leaving my system. Why did he do that?

"Have you gone nuts, Xavier? You're not in high school to fist your knuckles over petty issues!" I strode over to his side after getting back my consciousness. To say I was mortified was an understatement.

Rolling his eyes, Xavier examined his knuckles and shrugged as blood continued to drip down his fingers.

"You're bleeding."

"Bleeding with rage!"

"What the heck are you doing?" His eyes wandered to me as I took his hand in mine, inspecting the amount of harm he'd inflicted on him.

"Shut your mouth and let me see your wound!" I bellowed, giving him a stern look.

Leaning to my side, "Controlling, huh? Well, how about I control that pretty mouth of yours, Rose?" He whispered in his alluring, husky voice that always made me weak on my knees.

This has to be the first time in years when he called me that… Rose.

Gulping down, I found his heated gaze bore against mine. I bit my bottom lips as he strode towards my side. Within a second, I was pulled against his hard chest, and he met my gaze, bending to my level, resting his hand against the side of my neck. Something flickered in the back of his eyes, which he masked gracefully.

"Mind your own fucking business, Evelyn!" He growled and within no time, walked towards his room.

Well, at least he didn't shut the door on my face. A gasp escaped my lips as I realized what I've done. Oh god, I'm such a rattling mess. Involuntarily, I bumped into his solid back. He was probably trying to nurse his wounds.

"Give me your hand. I'll help you put on the bandage."

Turning around, he was about to say something when I took his hand in mine and slowly wiped out the blood using my spare hanky. At this moment, I could feel his stormy gaze settle on me, but I was concentrating on the task at hand.

He kept still as I slowly twisted the cloth on his knuckles.

Doesn't he feel anything? Or how good he had become at hiding his emotions…even the physical pain?

I swear I'd be screaming if I was in his position. It'd hurt like acid and to make matters worse, the shards of glass pieces were stuck on his knuckles, which I took out carefully.

"I don't even know if this is really you, Rose." He drawled as I fixed the cloth, tying it over his bruised knuckles.

When I looked up, I saw genuine pain in his eyes, I swear it was just like the darkness engulfed every part of his being.

I felt my knees wobble as his intensified gaze roamed all over my face to decipher my reaction. I nearly gulped as his glorifying forest greens went ablaze with passion, need, and much more.

His rough fingers stroked my delicate cheek which caused me to part my lips and stare at him. His feathery touch skimmed against my cheekbones and trailed against the soft spot on my neck. I could see desire pooled in those zealous green orbs.

Before I could react, he pulled me towards his rocky chest. His fingers skimmed against my lips, and he met my gaze for a mere second before leaning his face closer to mine. I inhaled a deep breath and pressed my lips, trying to control the violent beating of my heartbeat. It skidded further, as I realized that his lips were only a few inches from meeting mine.

His mere touch feels like a jolting thunder on my body, awakening every dead cell and creating a certain spark that never evades, no matter how hard I try. If this slight contact of his can creates this many aftereffects in my body, I wonder how my body will respond when he kisses me?

Holding me tightly this time, almost afraid I might let go and leave. I didn't want to leave, I never wanted to leave. Xavier's touch was kind and subtle.

When he stopped, I gaze up into his marvelous forest greens, his longing stare not going unnoticed.

I saw it, I knew what he was going to do and I didn't run away in fear. His lips brush against mine, a warmth encasing my body, my heart skipping a beat. Slowly, my arms reached up and wrapped around his neck, his arms encasing my lower back and pulling me closer if it were possible. The kiss turned from a peck to a deeper longing and need. A fire speeded through my body and swirled into my core, leaving me slightly wet.

Our lips moved in sync, parting mine and as I breathed out, Xavier's tongue entered and danced with my own.

Passion, something I never allowed myself, the world a dark and cruel place to enjoy even the simplest of gestures. His hands slide up my back, our kissing turning lustful and losing ourselves in the majesty of the night. His slowly hardening cock restrained by the fabric, but I could feel him pressing against my abdomen.

Breaking the kiss, Xavier picked me up and walked into his room, our lips crashing together as Xavier neared the bed, slowly sitting down while our passionate kiss never stopped for a second. My knees were either side of his thighs, his hands touching my bare knees before skating up my thighs, warming my chilled skin.

He massaged my thighs as a small moan escaped my lips when he broke away, his right hand leaving my thighs and coming to my breasts.

Stopping abruptly, I expected him to pounce on me, but he took me completely by surprise when he picked me up from the bed again.

Huh? What was going on?

Gently, he lifted me and, turned me in the air, placed me on my feet with my back towards him. I tried to turn around to face him, but he grasped my shoulders, keeping me in place. What was he doing?

That was the moment when his fingers touched the chain at the back of my dress.

Oh.

My breathing sped up. This was…. not what I had expected. I had inspected ferocity, fire, melting everything between us in a violent explosion of need. Instead, he was gentle, loving. Everything I had never thought he could be.

As he could read my mind, with a jerk, he pulled the dress off the way and, with a soft rustle, it fell to the ground.

So much for being gentle.

Turning me around, he relieved one of my breasts from my bra, moving the fabric to the side. The cold air hardened my nipple, but before it became too uncomfortable, he licked it just before he sucked it into his warm mouth.

Slowly-slowly, coming down on the bed, I gripped his shoulders, his teeth grazing over my nipple before licking and sucking it gently. I'm growing wetter by the second, my core swirling with desire as I completely soaked my underwear. As he finished with one breast, he cared for another, my body pulsing with heated desire.

Absent-mindedly, I started grinding my hips against him, wanting to feel him deep inside of me.

I could feel his throbbing cock against my damp core through the fabric, his lips having returned to mine, kissing each other while my hands ran down his perfect chiseled chest, reaching his business pants.

Swiftly undoing them, his cock was set free from his boxers, feeling his smooth length in my hand. I pump his shaft, watching his hooded eyes fill with lust.

I want him now. A thought appeared in my mind.

Xavier groaned against my lips, breaking our kiss, he relieved himself from his clothes and dumped them on the floor, beside my dress.

Before leaning down on me, he tore my underwear apart and threw it somewhere in the room. My dripping folds were aching for his touch, my clit swollen rubbing against him.

Xavier lined the head of his cock against my entrance, slowly lowering himself onto me. When he moved slightly forward inside me, I gasped in aghast and groaned as it was the most unbearable pain I had ever experienced in my life.

Perhaps, in his drunken state he didn't realize I was a virgin. But, moments later, it became bearable. His throbbing cock grew harder as my walls clenched around his length. My heart was beating faster, and we found our own rhythm, coming naturally.

His hands gripped my waist, moaning quietly and biting my lower lip to stop from growing too loud.

Our heavy breathing drew ragged, moaning, I wrapped my legs around his waist as I slowly slipped into complete bliss.

He dunked himself hilt deep, my body gladly accepting him. His thrust grew faster and harder, doing everything I could to keep quiet, but it was becoming harder with our growing orgasms.

I buckled my hips to meet his thrust, my walls tightening around his cock. It was right there, the wave that crashed over my body, shuddering in pure pleasure when I moaned one last, riding out my orgasm as Xavier quickened his pace again.

Slamming into me, his cock twitched, and he expanded within me, holding onto him while he groaned and grunted, ejaculating his semen inside of me.

He was breathing hard, stroking his shaft just a few more times before withdrawing from me as he rolled over my side and laid on his back.

Trying to steady our erratic hearts, we slowly slipped into the deep slumber as I smiled on remembering that I lost my virginity to the man I love.

'I love you, Xavier ' Whispering into his ear, I snuggled into him.