Chapter 110 Bed of Roses

Chapter 110 Bed of Roses
Jasmine’s POV

Not only did I have the best dinner ever, I got to listen to a private violinist play lots of classics.

Tonight can’t be any better.

Finally, everything is falling into line one after the other, and I’m trying to shut the voice inside my head that’s expecting another bad news to spoil this moment.

And I’ll always bless everything that led up to this moment. Every single thing.

Without questioning Xavier, I follow him to the next location.

It’s a hotel, so I’m guessing he already booked this earlier on.

He leads me to our room, and when he opens the door, I halt in my tracks.

Life hasn’t been a bed of roses for me, but I’m staring at one right now.

There are rose petals everywhere. From the bed, to the floor, up to the balcony.

With scented candles well lit and arranged neatly.

"Aren’t I full of surprises?” Xavier gloats, a proud expression plastered on his face.

I can’t even argue with this.

I just stand here, waiting and watching like this isn’t my life anymore.

He plants a kiss on my cheek before whispering,

“I need to shower. Join me.”

With that, he disappears into the bathroom.

Normally, I would wave off his words as just jokes, but this time, I follow my instincts and slip out of my dress.

The same dress he got for me, yet couldn’t take his eyes off.

Walking naked, I push the door open, enjoying the look of surprise on his face.

But in a matter of seconds, it drops to something darker, and I surprise myself by walking towards him, only to stop when we are a breath apart, before turning my back to turn on the shower.

Although I’m facing the wall and just letting the water pour, I can feel his eyes burning into my skin.

He lets out a little growl when I move my hair to the side, before turning to face him.

We hold each other’s gaze for a while. An obvious hunger and desire radiating through us.

I lean in for a kiss, but he stops me, his fingers gently wrapping around my neck firmly, but not too much to suffocate me.

With his other hand, he traces his thumb from my chin down to the valley of my chest, before traveling west to pinch my nipple.

The sharp pain sends a wave of pleasure to settle between my legs, and when he notices this, he uses his knee to part my thighs.

He pinches harder, holding onto the bud until I’m fisting his hair and crying out, before releasing it.

Then, he trails his fingers down to settle on my clit, before rubbing them together.

“Xav…” I suck in a sharp breath, biting my lower lip while spreading my legs wider to give him better access.

“What do you want, Princess?”

He asks, his voice dropping.

“I…” He rubs again, sending another wave of pleasure to wash over me.

“Fuck me…” I cry out, no longer in charge of my thoughts.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me, Xavier,” I repeat, hardly recognizing my own voice.

In one swift movement, he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and my hands around his neck.

Without hesitation, he enters me fully, and I let out a loud cry.

“Fuck.”

The pain was short-lived when he starts dropping kisses down my neck, steadying me by my waist.

While nibbling and sucking, his tongue travels to my chest, leaving his marks everywhere on my skin.

Then he starts moving in slow motion inside me, deliberately torturing me.

“Xavier, please,” I beg, trying to ride him against the wall, but his hand on my waist doesn’t help out.

“Aren’t you one hungry princess?” he smirks, still moving slowly.

Without thinking, I crash my lips against his, hoping it convinces him, and the magic actually works.

Cause he’s ramming faster inside me, each thrust pushing me to my edge, while I stretch to accommodate his size.

The slapping sound of wet skin, coupled with my cries, fills the bathroom, while I shut my eyes tightly, climbing up in ecstasy, until he suddenly stops.

Without giving me time to question, he takes us to the bedroom, throwing me on the bed of roses, while the petals stick to my damp skin.

I try to catch my breath, but before I can do that, he turns me over until I’m kneeling on the bed, and my ass is up in the air, while my hands try to steady me.

Grabbing my waist again, he pushes into me from behind. The feeling and sensation this time are way different.

Every one of my senses is heightened, as he uses his finger to spread my slit, and rubs my clit while thrusting into me.

With each passing second, his pace increases, while my voice grows louder.

I clench the sheets when the heat starts building inside me, a sudden tightness settling between my legs.

My toes curl as I start to writhe and turn.

His hold on my waist tightens.

A tingling sensation starts from my brain, blinding all of my senses, and I know what’s about to come.

He knows too, because he triples his pace until I finally let out a loud cry, before crashing on the bed.

At the same moment, he cums, his hot seeds spilling inside me.

Oh my….