Chapter 77 I WANT MORE THAN PLAYING
\[HOTEL\]
By the time they arrived at Ixora’s room, her cheeks were flushed red. He literally carried her on his shoulder all the way there, and she couldn’t help but notice the stares everybody gave her.
He got to the bathroom and dropped her.
“Freshen up, you must be tired,” he said.
A deep frown creased her brow.
“W... What?” She found herself stuttering.
Doesn’t he ever get turned on? Just when she thought she’d succeeded in getting him to touch her, he’s asking her to bathe. Leaving her to her unending fantasies.
He crouched down and took off her heels.
“I’ll leave you.” Like that, he left.
Truly left, without giving her a chance to say anything.
Her face fell as she ripped her dress off. She glanced down at her panties to see that it was all damped with her wetness.
Once again, he’s leaving her to her shame and confusion. Confusion about him.
Why does he avoid touching her? His weird behavior at times has left her wondering if he still hates her. Has he gone back to his old ways?
She threw off the thoughts, wishing it was only in her head.
There are times when she convinces herself that he’s indeed changed, and other times, it feels like he’s the Drexton she knew. The one who tormented her heartlessly. The thought of it sometimes gets her skin acting up in fear.
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She came out of the bathroom, eyes going wide beyond horror. The scene in front of her. Drexton. His eyes stared at the door—at her this time around, as if he had been waiting for her.
She quickly threw her towel around her body.
How could he come into her room unawares, and from his dressing and wet hair, she knew he had also taken a shower. She had no idea someone would be in her room. If she did, she wouldn’t have come out of the bathroom naked.
If embarrassment were a person, then this would be the peak. He just saw her entire body. She gripped the edge of the towel as if it could undo the scene his eyes saw.
And yet again, the stare he was giving her. That same one capable of turning her embarrassment to desire. Sending a throbbing sensation down to the place she hates to admit.
The look in his eyes was something she hadn’t seen before.
It was dark? Yes, but with something else she couldn’t explain. A predator catching its prey? Worse than that. Devourer waiting to tear her into pieces? Not that.
Madness, claims, obsession, possession, and the way his Adam’s apple was continuously moving up, lust.
He stood, crossed to her side, yanked her towards him and straight to the bed.
How it happened so fast, she couldn’t explain.
She was equally surprised by how her towel hadn’t come undone. Not like she was wishing for it. In fact, she was fidgeting inwardly because of his look.
He’s still standing, eating her up with his eyes.
“What?” He asked in a raw and jagged voice. “Are you scared?” He came on top of her.
Ixora blinked, having trouble finding her voice.
She always speaks when she’s with him, but the look in his eyes has rendered her speechless.
“I told you, didn’t I? Don’t put on a fire you can’t quench,” he whispered, his voice seeming to be the rawest thing she’s ever heard.
Who would have told her that wishing for his touch would be like this? Sexy whispers and lust-filled eyes.
He held the edge of her towel and loosened it.
The heat traveled back to Ixora’s body as he fixed his gaze on her pompous breast.
They were round and surprisingly tempting, obviously because of the shower.
Her pink nipples poked directly at his face, inviting him.
Thankfully, he didn’t completely take off her towel. The heat would have been a lot.
Gawd, if only he’d reduce the way he’s staring at them.
The way he looks at her, no man could ever achieve that. And what they always do to her. She couldn’t believe she was wet again, mainly because of his stare.
Having devoured her breast with his eyes, his palm reached her left one. They filled up his palm, and the way he held them was as if he were analyzing the size.
“You wanted to earn another of my touches, right?” He pressed her breast, waves of pleasure escalating over her.
He looked at her as if waiting for a reply.
He pinched her erect nipples, trying to get the words out of her mouth.
He hasn’t even started, and she’s already feeling the rush of adrenaline through her.
The right one was still untouched, and she wondered how it would be if he actually played with both of them.
“Did I?” she whispered, raking her fingers into his scalp.
Playing dumb won’t be a bad idea.
He pinched her nipples again, harder than the first.
A moan slipped out of her lips.
Her first moan for the night.
Soft and gentle.
“You like to play with fire, firefly.” He cupped the left one, pressing it while giving it a hard massage.
Ixora’s nails dig into her skin. “When you are the fire, I want more than playing, flame,” she whispered back, licking her bottom lip on purpose.
He leaned near, tracing wet kisses along her cleavage to her right breast. He ran his tongue along the corners and nipples, making sure to have a taste of her. He took the nipple into his teeth with a bite, not too soft, but wanting.
Ixora found herself taken to cloud nine as he rolled his tongue, exploring her nipples. His other hand didn’t leave her breast as he worked on them both at a time.
She pushed her hand into his hair, spewing gibberish.
He sucked and feasted as if trying to draw milk out of it. No one told her the breast would be this pleasurable.
“Drexton,” she moaned out his name.
He exchanged position, doing the same thing to her left breast. He was making sure to pleasure both of them, and she loved it.
She was joking when she told Bonnie she’d earn another of his touches, but he took it seriously. Glad he did.
All this wouldn’t have been possible if not for James. Lying on the bed, with Drexton on top of her, eating her two babies.
Her thighs had become an elixir of emotions. Ocean pooling beneath her.
She felt something hard and rod-like poking her thighs. His length. From the size, she could tell he was huge and—
A call came through on the phone, interrupting her thoughts.
Not her ringtone, probably Drexton.
She slowly caught her breath, hissing in annoyance when Drexton pulled out his lips.
The person had to call at the wrong time.
Drexton sat on the other side and took his phone.
She was lucky enough to peek at the caller.
Bonnie.
Glancing at Drexton, she saw the eyes once filled with hunger had returned to normal.
Maybe he didn’t want to answer it. Who knows.
But she couldn’t help but wonder why Bonnie was calling.
She was able to observe that Drexton and Bonnie weren’t close.
He answered the call and placed the phone to his ear.
From the background, he could hear cries.
“Speak.”
\[NEW YORK, B&R ELITE HOSPITAL\]
Drexton walked in, finding his way to the ward.
Ixora trailed behind, increasing her pace to catch up with his steps.
Questions about why he came to the hospital wouldn’t leave her mind.
He hasn’t said a thing to her, and she didn’t ask either. Not when his face was deadpan.
How he reacted after the call threw her off guard.
If she hadn’t insisted on following him, he’d have booked her a flight back home.
It was the first time she’d seen Drexton act that fast, and for whom? Bonnie. She had no idea what she told Drexton to make him come all the way back to New York.
The trip was supposed to be a nine-hour journey, but Drexton made it possible to six.
Could tell something had happened, and from his appearance, something bad.
The sound of sobs drew her back as she saw Drexton had stopped in his steps.
“Drexton.”
Bonnie ran and wrapped her arm around him, burying her face in his chest.
Drexton didn’t wrap his hand around her, nor did he pull her away.
Ixora swallowed, noticing Maddox and Jaxon outside the ICU.
“What happened?” Drexton asked, directing it to Maddox and Jaxon.
“Clueless as you,” Maddox replied.
They shifted their gazes to Ixora.
Ixora lowered her gaze, remembering their encounter wasn’t interesting at all.
They looked away, relieving Ixora.
“D... Drexton, my parents. I... don’t know what happened. T... They are...” She tightened her arm around Drexton.
She might be crying, but it was crystal clear that the hug was on purpose.
Drexton stayed still, eyes on the ward.
Ixora, at some point, had to look away.
He still feels something for his ex.
The door to the ICU creaked open, and Joanna walked out.
A clear look in her eyes would tell that she had cried.
“How are they?” Jaxon asked.
Drexton pulled Bonnie away from him, though she still clung to his arm.
Joanna looked away, refusing to meet their gazes. “Lorraine’s condition wasn’t too critical, so she’s fine.”
“And Caius?” Drexton asked, his voice unusually low but firm.
Joanna’s eyes met theirs, guilt in them. Tears slipped down her cheeks.
She parted her lips, but no words rolled out.
“How is Caius?” Maddox asked, voice loud.
No matter how heartless they are, human qualities will always show themselves.
They were visibly tense but tried to act calm.
Joanna couldn’t find her voice.
“Drexton, what happened to my dad? Why isn’t she talking? Joanna...” She shook Drexton’s hand as if he were the one who examined Caius.
Joanna sniffled, her eyes red and heavy with tears.
“He’s dead.”