Chapter 56 Heat - Day 4 (Noon)
XANDER.
Watching him sleep has become one of my favorite things. Yes, it can be a little creepy for some people, but I love to see this calm and relaxed side, as opposed to the grumpy and "boss in all his duties" side that he usually shows.
I don't know how long I've been observing him and I don't care. Recently, when he made love to me once more, his body transmitted passion, love, ecstasy, and unbridled desire. Now, at this moment, all I can see is calm, tranquility, and serenity, as I have never seen when he is in his five senses. It is fascinating.
He's lying on his back while I'm on one of my sides, studying his perfect profile. He has one arm under his head, after a while I realized that he always does that, despite having a pillow. His beautiful brown hair looks shiny and bright thanks to the sun rays coming through the window. The forehead, the nose, the cheekbones, the beautiful eyes with long eyelashes, and the completely seductive and delicious lips, a whole set of excellent attributes to form his handsome face.
His chest rises and falls slowly while his lungs are filled with air. The arms, strong and defined, are covered up to the forearm by tribal tattoos and the occasional rose. His six-pack that makes me want to run my fingers through the ripples, the flat belly where a thin path of hair leads to his cock, which takes me to glory whenever he wants. Holy shit. Do I need to describe more? Alexei is the reincarnation of a perfect, very masculine Greek God. And the best part of all this? He's completely and irrevocably mine.
I'm crazy about the moments we always have after we make love. It's as if he had no barriers at all to express his feelings, leaving his heart free and helpless with me and that's the biggest test he needed to overcome with me. I no longer have any doubts... I know he loves me as much as I love him.
All these days I've spent by his side have only reaffirmed that. Now, even if he doesn't tell me, I know. And I feel powerful that I am the recipient of his affection, as I am sure not many enjoy that privilege. He moves and only then do I get out of the fantasy of admiring him. His eyes start to open slowly, he blinks a couple of times to get used to the light. Then he turns to face me and smiles.
-What are you doing there? - voice hoarse and deep from sleep. I frown and I look at him in confusion.
-What do you mean? - I ask -. Should I be somewhere else? - he laughs before answering.
-Yes, kitty - he slides an arm under my body and pulls me, I put one leg over him and my arm around his waist, resting my head on his chest -. Here - I smile softly. God, I feel that my heart can explode with joy.
-How long have I been sleeping?
-A couple of hours, honey - I start purring already, rubbing my cheek on his chest without being able to help it.
-What time is it? - his hand sinks into my scalp to massage it, my eyes close automatically because of how good it feels.
-I think a few minutes past noon.
-Are you hungry, kitty?
-Yes, a little - I'm always hungry after we're together.
-Okay, I'll get something to feed that sexy little body of yours - gives me a soft spanking on the ass and gets out of bed on the way to the bathroom. I hear the shower water running as I sink my head into his pillow, sniffing out his musky, manly smell.
After a few minutes he comes out, with a towel around his narrow waist and I have to swallow thickly at the erotic and seductive sight. He turns his back to me as he stands in front of his huge closet and evaluates what clothes to wear. And then I'm caught.
-Stop looking at me like that - he takes off the towel and puts on a pair of black pants that fit his strong, shapely legs perfectly. Yes, without underwear -. I can smell your pheromones from here - turns around and smiles at me, sliding a white shirt across his shoulders, pushing the buttons through each hole -. Go take a shower while I get something to eat, kitty. I'll be right back.
-You always say that and you always take so long - I sigh, get out of bed and put the hands on my waist -. Do you think I'm stupid? Why don't you just call and order lunch like the other day? I know you'll do something else - he scowls and despite the distance, I can see his jaw tightening. A few long seconds of silence pass until his lips start moving again.
-The Gang is waiting for me in the meeting room - he tucks the shirt inside the pants and stretches to get a tie, his face is serious -. I received a message from Yaak saying that it seems our mutual enemy is on the move.
A chill runs down my back and my knees start to shake. I have trouble standing, so I sit on the edge of the bed and try to regulate my breathing. Alexei quickly approaches and kneels in front of me, puts a hand on my naked thigh and his gaze is filled with concern.
-That' s exactly why I didn't want to tell you - he lifts my face and gently caresses my cheek -. I know how much all this affects you, despite your efforts to convince me otherwise, Xander - I shudder involuntarily, he always calls me by my name when he's serious.
-Well, can you blame me? My story with that miserable bastard isn't exactly a fairy tale.
-Exactly, and if it were up to me, I'd keep you miles away from all this shit - his thumb gently strokes my lower lip, his eyes never leaving mine -. But I know how stubborn you are and that no matter how I try to convince you, you'll still want to participate. Or am I wrong?
I shake my head, smiling embarrassingly. He's right, after all. I know I could leave everything in his hands, I trust Alexei with my life, but I refuse not to be part of something so important, as much for me as for the organization. I will do it, no matter how much it takes from me. I will be a part of it whether I want to be or not.
-Do you see? - He bends over and leaves a soft kiss on my lips -. I'll try to get back as soon as I can. I'll tell Ewa to send you something to eat.
-Magnus, wait - I get up too and struggle not to trip when I approach him -. Will you tell me everything when you get back? - I connect my gaze to his and take his hands in mine -. You will hide nothing from me. Right? - He grabs my hands back, lifts them, and kisses each of my knuckles delicately, while still looking at me.
A feeling of warmth spreads through my chest and I find myself smiling like a fool, completely melted by the beauty of his gesture. When he finishes, his gaze is so intense that it makes me tremble.
-I promise - that said, he approaches and kisses me. And blessed hell, the sensations that he transmits to me in that kiss unsettle me, stun me. My hands are around his neck and I have to stand on the tip of my toes to cling more tightly to his mouth. His tongue invades my palate and tastes me, allowing me to do the same on his way.
I moan unavoidably when his fingers are buried in my buttocks, squeezing and massaging with encouragement. By the time the kiss comes to an end, we are both panting and excited, he rests his forehead on mine and closes the eyes, trying to calm down. But I don't want him to calm down. I want him to lose control and possess me again, just like he knows how. I want him to stay. Here. With me.
-You'd better go take a shower and put some clothes on -whispers over my lips -. I don't want them to see what belongs to me when they bring your lunch - he spanks me and separates, I immediately regret the loss of his heat -. When I come back, I'll take care of that - he smiles complacently, all mockingly as he points at my erection.
-You're an idiot - I cross the arms over my chest and pout, I know he loves it when I do that -. You'd better do as you say and return quickly, Magnus.
-Who's the grumpy one now, kitty? - he laughs, preparing to leave the room.
-Magnus - I call him when he has a hand on the doorknob. He stops, turns and looks at me. I smile and blow him a kiss -. I love you - he pretends to catch the kiss and brings it to his lips. God, we're so silly sometimes.
-I love you, too, kitty. I'll be back before you know it.
-You better - smiles right before leaving. I stand in the middle of the room, thinking for a few minutes.
What are you going to do this time, Dimitri Zhukovski?