Her Heart Her Terms (Lily and Xavier)

Chapter 210

1. n. She was someone he couldn't bring himself to let go.

Xavier watched Lily, the woman he had adored for two years, sitting before him. She was

After suppressing his desires for so long. It was only natural that even the slightest physical contact would make him lose control.

His gaze darkened as he sat with his back to the dining room window, sunlight streaming over him. Lily sat on his lap, nearly at eye level with him. His eyes traced her figure, sitting something deep inside.

She resisted, het hands pressed against his chest as she tried to push him away. Instinctively, he raised his leg slightly, his hands finding her hips and pulling her closer, forcing her into submission.

"Why try to run?" Xavier's back was to the sunlight, his features blurred by the light, but his sharp eyes held a dangerous edge. "Do you really think this is imprisonment?"

He couldn't help but think to himself how Lily had mastered the art of playing hard to get

However, he had no intention of letting her go. Hazel had been right about one thing-Lily needed to seize this opportunity, and he would make sure she did.

"What else would you call it if not imprisonment?" Lily's tone was wary, sensing that something wasn't right.

Her elbows rested against his shoulders, but his arms locked around her waist, pressing their bodies closer together.

"This is... mutual desire. Consensual affection." Xavier raised an eyebrow, lowering his head to muzzle the softest part of her chest. "Let me check. Are you really on your period?

He stood up abruptly, his hands sliding down to hook under her legs. Lily instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him like a knala.

As he walked upstairs, each step pressed his bent knees against her rear.

"Xavier, have you forgotten? We're in the divorce cooling-off period!" Lily reminded him.

Xavier had always thought her lips were full and soft, perfect for kissing. Now, be realized her mouth was also surprisingly stubbor

Wasn't he helping her? Wasn't he giving her a chance?

He kicked open the bedroom door and placed her gently on the bed, removing her slippers.

Lily kicked at him, but he caught her ankle, holding her firmly in place.

"Let me tell you something. I can't cool down." He leaned over her, his fingers grazing her cheek before tangling in her long hair.

The strand of hair he had cut unevenly caught his attention. He had cut it, and now he would take responsibility. He didn't think it looked bad.

Lily tumed her head away, avoiding his touch. "Even marital rape is illegal, not to mention we're in the divorce process!"

"I don't rape," Xavier corrected her, his voice firm.

But I don't consent!" Lily shot back.

He grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Keep acting," he said with a smirk "I don't believe you. Let's test it."

He lowered his lips onto hers, intending to tease her, to make her surrender little by little.

But the moment their lips touched, he lost control first. What started as a gentle kiss quickly turned fierce and overwhelming, stealing her breath away. Lily's resistance was swept away, her soft whimpers swallowed by him. The room, which had been heated to a toasty 77 degrees, became stifling. Xavier began to sweat, his white shirt clinging to his chest.

Beneath Lily was the soft bedding, and above her was Xavier's scorching body. She was drenched in sweat in just a few short breaths as if pulled straight out of water

Finally, Xavier released her lips, his hands unsteady as they fumbled with her blouse's buttons.

In a hoarse voice, Lily asked, "Xavier, what's the point of this? Even taking the pill afterward isn't foolproof. What if I get pregnant? How will you explain that to Sarah