NOVEL WEB Chapter 8: Eventually
Her breasts—huge, soft, yet still perky—strained against the lacey black bra, the fabric seeming barely enough to hold her. Her milky, fair skin shimmered under the warm lights, droplets still sliding down her thighs. Her flat stomach, her tapered waist, the wide curve of her hips…
She paused when she saw him.
Her violet eyes narrowed slightly, noticing the way he looked at her—not just with lust, but possession.
He wasn't drooling. He wasn't stunned.
He was measuring her.
Planning how to take her.
How to make her his.
Seraphina raised an eyebrow, amused, lips curling into a slow, sultry smile. "My, my… were you watching me, Xavier?" Her voice was smooth, lightly teasing—like honey laced with wine. "You're getting quite bold… not like your usual self…"
Xavier's lips curved slightly, his eyes never leaving hers.
He tilted his head, exhaled softly, and replied with the kind of confidence that only came from experience.
"You walked out of that bath like you expected not to be watched. That's the real surprise."
"With a body like that, Seraphina… you're tempting fate."
He said it slow, calm, and natural—like he was stating a fact.
And yet… it landed like a storm.
Seraphina's breath hitched faintly, her cheeks flushing red as his words replayed in her mind. He wasn't stammering like before. There was no hesitation in his tone—just a bold, teasing charm that curled around her like silk.
'He really has changed...' her thoughts fluttered.
'Which do I like better… timid Xavier or this Xavier…?'
Her gaze dropped unconsciously to his chest, her eyes trailing upward until they met his again. The tension there was almost too much to handle. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, fluttering like a trapped bird.
'Would he… would he be bold enough to do that to me now?'
'Last time I tried, he was so flustered it turned me off… but—he was kind of cute then too…'
'Gods, what am I thinking?' she bit her lip slightly.
'He's my gigolo. My property. I'm supposed to be the one in control—giving orders, staying composed…'
'So why… why the hell am I the one blushing like this?'
Her thoughts were in chaos. She couldn't even look him straight in the eyes anymore.
Instead, she turned silently, moving toward the massage table.
Her silence said enough—she was flustered.
Xavier, meanwhile, took in every sway of her hips. Each step was deliberate, sensual, but now he could see it: her hips shifted a bit quicker, her steps less steady than usual. She was trying to hide her reaction.
Too late.
His eyes trailed down her legs, watching her thighs press together ever so slightly with every graceful stride… and the way her full breasts bounced softly with each breath, snug within the black lace bra she'd just put on.
She reached the massage table and eased herself down slowly, face-down, her luscious curves sinking slightly into the plush velvet.
The special grooves in the table cradled her breasts perfectly, allowing them to rest without pressure. Her arms lay on either side, her head turned slightly, soft sigh escaping her lips.
A small, vulnerable moment.
Then her voice came—soft, muffled by the pillow, but playful.
"I hope those hands of yours… are as skilled as your mouth," she whispered. "Because if not… I'll be very disappointed."
It took her everything to say that. Her voice trembled just slightly. But Xavier could hear the challenge in it.
He chuckled under his breath, slow and deep, moving forward.This was his arena now.
His stage.
His performance was about to begin. And tonight, Lady Seraphina—the woman who once saw herself as his owner—would begin to learn what it meant to be tamed by the number one adult actor of Earth…
And eventually?
She would be his.