Pampered Wife of Xavier

Chapter 50: Flaming Fireworks

The air around them turned dense, the cold temperature that lingered now slowly rising.

He naturally assumed an offensive stance when he noticed her awkward reply. His hand on her waist slowly inched upwards as she was being hugged tightly to his warm chest. His pleasant fragrance closed in, feeling an odd sense of emptiness in her chest at the moment.

His long fingers soon travelled through her hair and rubbed her back. He was sort of hesitant and his movements were a little shaky as well.

Her breathing started to get uneven. Her eyes were starting to turn dazed as she felt light-headed. She could not muster any strength to struggle. All she could do was grab onto his shirt as he did whatever he pleased.

At first, he just wanted to give it a try. However, he had underestimated her charm.

He started to feel that her influence over him was far more than what he imagined. The usual calmness and self-restraint he was proud of were now getting weaker and weaker.

His hot kiss went south, and she was breathing heavily. She squinted at him and said weakly,

"No... Don't do that... I... I haven't showered yet... Wait until I... take a shower..."

Her words sounded frail. He also caught the key point in her sentence and he raised his head, a bright spark lighting up in his dark eyes. He took a deep breath and asked her quietly,

"So, do you mean that you're fine with it?"

She turned her head over without replying, not wanting to look into his burning eyes.

He laughed, a rare gentle smile appearing on his handsome face.

"I'm going to assume that you're alright with it if you don't say anything. I can't wait anymore. We're going to shower again later anyway."

As he was talking, he held her up and walked into their bedroom.

Only the dim yellow table light was turned on inside the comfortable bedroom. He grabbed the remote control and got the automatic curtains to cover up the windows, hiding their intimate moment just inside the room.

Under the dim lights, one could barely see several garments being thrown out from inside the sheets, stacking onto each other in a messy manner beside the bed. Soon, some light moaning came from under the sheets...

After his frequent and careful kisses, his scent shrouded her. His solid body was on top of her as he slowly passed his love to her.

He was a little unsure in his movements, which made her feel awkward as well. She closed her eyes and was too afraid to move, so he stopped what he was doing and laughed at her when he noticed it.

Arya opened her eyes when she heard his chuckle. The moment when she saw his smile, her heart warmed up, and it was different from the cold calmness from before.

"Are you nervous or are you praying?" He asked quietly when he saw her put both of her hands in front of her chest as her whole body trembled slightly.

She was slightly embarrassed as she mumbled,

"I... I'm not... Mr. K-... I... I'm scared..."

He laughed again as he looked into her eyes. He patted her head with his large hand and said gently,

"I'm here. What are you afraid of?"

"I... I..."

"Don't be scared. Stay by my side and I'm sure no one will bully you ever again. You'll be my wife forever, and I'll only belong to you forever. Understood?"