Every move Xavier made was precise and calculated, like a well-rehearsed dance. Despite his rugged appearance, he handled the delicate figure in the tub with gentle care, his muscles straining under the weight. As the drops of water dripped down her body, they seemed to sizzle on his skin, stirring up unwanted desires that he tried desperately to push away. He gently wrapped her in a plush towel, his large hands wrapping around her small frame as he did so. With careful steps, he carried her to the bed. His touch was gentle and tender, like that of a man who knew how to break and heal hearts.
"Rest," he murmured, more to himself than to the unconscious form now sprawled on the sheets. He needed to distance himself to block out the intimacy he had not sought but found himself trapped in.
The stinging spray of the shower was a blessing. But it did little to cleanse the thoughts that clung to him like Cathleen's scent. Xavier Knight, the man who had commanded empires, was now grappling with a desire that was as commanding as any deal in the boardroom. The water ran down his tattooed skin, tracing the paths of redemption that always seemed to be just out of reach.
He cut the water off abruptly, the silence thunderous in its suddenness. As he stood there, the droplets clinging to him like so many pearls of temptation, he moved with a predatory grace toward the laundry basket.
There they were-Cathleen's panties. A simple piece of fabric, but one laden with the implications of his most base desires. His hand hovered, the moment stretching thin before his fingers closed around the material. It was a forbidden chalice, one that he knew he was not supposed to partake of, but still...
He brought it up to his nose; the hesitation was only a momentary one. The sharp intake of breath was involuntary, a reaction that was primal and raw. Instantly, it was as if his entire being responded, hardening with the realization of his own weakness-a weakness wrapped in lace and imbued with the essence of the woman who never lost, whose tongue could slice through his defenses like a razor blade. It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time. It was a heady mix of desire and fear that left him wanting more. Damn the seductive power she had over him, he thought as he cursed under his breath, unable to resist the vulgar pull she had on him.
"Fuck," he spat, barely controlling the urge to scream. The word oozed out with a rawness that was at odds with his usual composed demeanor. This was the animal rage that was inside of him-a violation of the walls that he had built up around his emotions. At that moment, Xavier was confronted with the contradiction of his nature: the ruthless tycoon versus the primeval animal, each vying for control and enjoying its debauchery.
As he stood there, breathing in Cathleen's G-string and fighting the storm that was raging within him, he began to think of different positions in which to fuck Cathleen. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about her like that, but he couldn't help it; he wanted her. He wanted her, but he knew that it would only be for a moment because he would never be able to have anything constructive with Cathleen.
Xavier's nostrils flared as he inhaled greedily the musky scent of Cathleen's discarded G-string, his senses engulfed by a primal desire that was consuming him. The fabric gave away the secrets of her hidden folds, every whisper of it driving him wild with desire. With a hand trembling with need, he gripped his throbbing cock. It was slick with the remnants of his shower and the unmistakable sheen of arousal that coated it. His gentle facade shattered as raw, carnal urges took over. Fueled by the intoxicating scent of the woman who consumed his every thought,
His movements were methodical and calculated, much like the strategic maneuvers that Cathleen had employed in the courtroom. But this was no battle of wits; this was raw, unadulterated need clawing at the very core of his being. His breaths became labored, reflecting the intensity that fuelled his wife's relentless drive to win him, or perhaps strip him of all his wealth. So he thought.
But there was no victory to be had here, not yet. A simmering frustration crept in as release remained an elusive siren, just out of reach. In a moment of weakness-or perhaps it was strength-he peered through the steamy haze of the bathroom.
Cathleen's presence filled the room-a commanding presence, a center of attention, and control. With every move she made, she exuded a sense of power and dominance. As she sat on the bed, her legs parted just enough to allow him to be drawn into her. Xavier could feel the tension building up inside of him. Her smooth skin glistened with oil as she applied it, each movement calculated and deliberate. From the other side of the room, he could see the sharp glint in her eyes that had caused so many of his opponents to crumble in fear. This was no mere invitation or challenge. It was a display of raw dominance that made him tremble at her feet.
When her hands slipped between her thighs, it was more than just flesh against flesh. It was a deliberate taunt for Xavier. And it was at that moment that Xavier felt the cold, ruthless part of him crumble away. Something primal in him was struck by the sight of her, so poised and yet so exposed.
There was no longer any resistance to the overwhelming flood of desire that was coursing through his body. His movements became frantic and wild, a desperate hunt for the release that had been taunting him without mercy. Every thrust was a guttural moan, a raw display of his dominance and vulnerability. The primal sounds of pure lust echoed through the bathroom.
And then Xavier reached his climax with a guttural groan that echoed the violence and betrayal of every demon he held within. The release was as intense as the man himself, a throbbing testament to the love and the darkness that had woven their lives together. With a vulgar scream, he let his seed spill out onto his hand. It was over in a heartbeat. But it said a lot about the difficult journey they had taken together, tied together by love, family, and the unspoken truths that still existed between them.