CHAPTER 876: CHAPTER 876 THE INTENSE XAVIER

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WARNING!!!

A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this Chapter!!!

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"Xavier..." Hera’s voice was a soft, shaky whisper, barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

His breath grazed her ear as his fingers trailed slowly, deliberately down the length of her spine. "Say it again," he murmured, his voice deep, commanding, and intimate. "Call me Brother Vier... I want to hear it from those pretty little lips."

Hera’s breath hitched, her skin erupting in goosebumps under his touch. Her body quivered, anticipation curling in her belly like a flame. "B-Brother V-Vier..." she managed, her voice faltering with the trembling need in her core. Every subtle stroke of his fingers unraveled her further.

She bit down on her lower lip, hard, trying to silence the moan clawing its way up her throat. But it was too much, he was too much. With just a word, just a touch, he had her unraveling like silk in his hands.

"Good girl," Xavier growled, the words low and gravelly, vibrating against Hera’s skin as he ground his hips against hers. The unmistakable hardness pressed through the fabric of his pants, and she gasped at the pressure. His hand rose, firm and commanding, to grasp her jaw, her delicate face held effortlessly in his palm as he tilted her head to the side.

Then he kissed her.

Not gently, but with hunger. His lips crushed against hers with desperate need, and when she opened her mouth to breathe, he took the chance, his tongue pushing past her lips, exploring, claiming, tasting every corner like a man starved. He kissed her like she belonged to him. Like he was never letting go.

His left hand wasn’t idle either; it slid along her curves with purpose until it found the perky mount of her breast. He cupped it firmly, his touch possessive, fingers kneading before teasing her sensitive nipple, rolling it between his fingertips, pulling, playing, drawing from her a soft, helpless moan that melted into his mouth.

Every reaction from Hera set fire to something primal inside him. The way she squirmed, gasped, and arched all made him feel feral. Made him need more.

"Fuck... this won’t do," Xavier muttered against her lips, breath hot and ragged. He pulled back just enough to look at her full, sexy back, his own eyes dark and intense. "I can’t get enough of you."

Without waiting, he scooped her up into his arms, holding her like something precious and claimed. He carried her to the bed, laying her down with surprising tenderness despite the wildfire in his veins.

What little clothing remained clung to her in torn fragments, and Xavier removed them with reverence, as if stripping away barriers that dared to keep her from him. He tossed them aside until nothing was left but her bare, exposed, beautiful naked body.

Beautiful. Alluring. Exquisite.

Hera could feel the heat of Xavier’s gaze on her skin like fire, though she couldn’t see his eyes, every inch of her body burned under their weight. Goosebumps prickled across her bare flesh as she lay completely exposed, heart racing, breath trembling. She didn’t need to look at him to know he was watching her like she was the only thing that mattered.

Then came the quiet sound of leather sliding through metal.

Xavier’s belt.

Her breath caught just as she felt the cool press of it against her wrists. With deliberate slowness, he pulled both her arms above her head and bound her wrists together with the supple leather, tight enough to restrain, but gentle enough to feel like a caress.

His fingers followed next, tracing the curve of her jaw, the softness of her lips. Moisture lingered where his thumb had just been, which came from her lips, and he dragged it downward, leaving a glistening trail of saliva that shimmered against her skin. From her chin, across the hollow between her breasts, down to the fluttering of her stomach.

Her muscles tensed, her stomach twisting with anticipation and hunger. She bit her bottom lip, trying to steady herself, her breath shallow and needy.

Then his voice came, low, firm, and intimate.

"Open your legs for me, Strawberry."

His fingertips hovered just beneath her belly button, barely touching, but his presence was overwhelming, tender yet commanding. And in that moment, she wasn’t afraid. She was burning, unraveling, and wholly his.

Hera obeyed without hesitation. Slowly, she parted her legs, baring herself completely to him, vulnerable, exposed, and utterly breathtaking. The cool air brushed against her heated skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She heard Xavier inhale sharply, a sound so primal it made her core tighten. Then came the low, guttural curse beneath his breath.

"God... you’re so damn sexy," he growled, his voice husky, strained with desire. "Beautiful in every way."

Then silence, heavy, charged, until she felt his breath ghosting over her.

"Strawberry," he murmured, his voice a velvet promise. "Can I have a taste? Hmm?"

It didn’t feel like a request; it felt like a claim. Even if she said no, the way he loomed between her thighs told her he’d still take what was his, slowly, deeply, with reverence and hunger.

Her lips trembled as she bit down gently, heart pounding in her ears. Beneath the soft fabric of the necktie, blindfolding her eyes, she nodded, slow and aching with anticipation.

The second he saw her consent, Xavier hummed low in approval. Then he leaned in and gave her a single, deliberate lick, slow, firm, right over her clit.

Hera gasped, her legs instinctively jerking, but Xavier was faster. His strong arms slid beneath her thighs, holding her open, steady, pinned, and perfectly displayed for him. She trembled under his hold, helpless and yearning, and he could feel every shiver through her silky skin.

Looking up, he saw her chest rise and fall, her breasts full and heaving with every breath. She was intoxicating.

With unhurried precision, he flicked his tongue again, then dragged it in slow circles, savoring the way her body writhed beneath him. He let his teeth graze her clit ever so gently, adding a spark of edge to the pleasure, and then soothed the sensation with the flat of his tongue.

A choked moan escaped Hera’s throat as she arched off the bed, breathless and trembling.

"Vier..." she gasped, her voice like music, shaky, raw, and pleading.

And to Xavier, it sounded like a command urging him.

Xavier’s eyes darkened, a storm gathering in their depths, as the pace of his tongue quickened, relentless, deliberate. One of his arms slid from beneath Hera’s trembling thigh, his fingers replacing his mouth for a moment as he traced the slick folds of her pussy with slow, teasing strokes.

Her breath caught, shaky and restrained, as she instinctively braced herself for more.

He smirked against her skin. "You’re so wet for me, strawberry..."

Then, with excruciating slowness, he slipped one finger inside her, then another, his movements unhurried, purposeful, drawing a needy whimper from her lips. Her back arched, her hips tilting toward him, silently begging for more.

"Hmmm," Xavier hummed against her sensitive flesh, his voice low, thick with hunger, the vibration rippling through her clit like fire. "Tell me what you want, strawberry..."

Her breath came in shallow gasps, lips parted in desperate need. "I-I want more..." she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, raw and trembling with longing.

That was all he needed.

Without warning, his fingers began to thrust deeper, faster, each motion curling just right, striking her G-spot again and again with maddening precision. Hera’s moans grew louder, more broken, as the pleasure built, sharp, overwhelming, and impossible to escape.

Her legs trembled beneath his touch, but Xavier held her steady, never looking away, his gaze locked on her every gasp, every twitch, every breathless squirm like a predator watching his prey unravel, loving every second of her surrender.

Hera’s body ached to touch him, to feel more of him, her instincts burning hotter than her thoughts. Her hands, bound tightly above her head by the leather belt, ached with the need to move, but the restraint only made everything more intense. Still, she managed to slowly lower her arms as much as the binds would allow, blindly reaching until her fingers brushed the familiar texture of Xavier’s hair.

Her hips moved on their own, slow, desperate thrusts grinding toward his mouth, chasing the wave of pleasure crashing through her core. She didn’t know if she wanted to escape the overwhelming bliss or sink deeper into it, if she wanted him to ease up or push her to the edge until she shattered.

Her mind was dissolving, every thought reduced to sensation.

"A-ah!" Hera moaned, the sound breathy and broken as she bit down on her lower lip. Muffled gasps spilled between her teeth, her head tilting to the side, eyes fluttering shut as her hips kept rising, kept grinding, seeking, needing, surrendering.

Every brush of his tongue felt like fire licking her skin, and every second she held on felt like she was breaking apart, piece by piece, in the most beautiful way.