Chapter 306: You’re Incredible

April let out a small, frustrated huff, her eyes flashing with annoyance at the interruption. She was far too aroused to let things end on a cold note, especially with the hard, undeniable length of his erection pressing insistently against her stomach.

Determined to get what she wanted, her mind immediately offered a practical solution.

"Will you use between my thighs?" April asked, looking straight into his eyes without a single trace of hesitation.

It wouldn’t solve the needy ache down there, but it would at least help him.

The sheer boldness of her request blew Xavier’s mind completely. Blood rushed furiously to his head, his last shred of control snapping. With a low groan, he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her slightly, and pinned her firmly against the study wall, crowding his broad body over hers.

April couldn’t help the light, airy laugh that escaped her lips at his sudden intensity.

"Remember the first time we met?" April teased, her eyes sparkling with quiet amusement as she looked up into his flushed, fierce face. "I kindly warned you about your betraying secretary and your harbor stock loss, but you found me, pinned me to the wall just like this, and demanded to know who sent me."

Xavier’s face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, a mix of sheer embarrassment and overwhelming passion making his throat tight.

"Let’s... let’s let the past be the past," Xavier muttered, completely unable to defend his former suspicion.

April laughed again, the sweet sound vibrating against his chest. Turning slightly in his grip, she wrapped her arms snugly around his neck, inviting him in.

Xavier lowered his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck, planting hot kisses down the sensitive line of her throat as her hands tangled tightly in his hair.

Xavier’s hands slid down to her hips, his fingers digging firmly into her waist to hold her pinned against the solid wood paneling of the wall. Keeping her legs pressed together, he worked with frantic, heavy breaths, unbuckling his trousers and pushing them down just enough to free his thick, throbbing penis. His hands were trembling, but his grip on her body was firm.

"April..." Xavier groaned against her skin, his voice entirely wrecked as he aligned himself, positioning his thick cock right between the smooth, tight warmth of her pressed thighs.

The heat of her skin, paired with the slick friction as he slid forward between her legs, sent a violent shudder straight down his spine.

Xavier squeezed his eyes shut, his forehead thumping lightly against her collarbone as he let out a long, shuddering breath. It wasn’t full penetration, but the sensation of being held so intimately between her thighs—feeling the softness of her body and the rhythmic pulse of her warmth—was enough to drive him straight off the edge of sanity.

April gasped, her head tilting back against the wall as he began to move. The smooth, heavy glide of his length pressing repeatedly against her inner thighs generated a searing, intoxicating friction. It didn’t solve the deep, restless ache pulsing lower down, but the sheer weight of his body pinning her, combined with his breathless, desperate thrusts, sent waves of electric heat shooting up her torso.

"Xavier..." April breathed out, her hands sliding up to frame his flushed face, forcing him to look at her.

His eyes were dark, glazed, and completely undone by her. He met her gaze, his chest heaving violently against hers as his hips maintained a steady, rhythmic pace, driving himself deeper into the tight fold of her thighs.

"You’re... incredible," Xavier rasped, his voice breaking as he leaned in to catch her mouth in another messy, feverish kiss.

He moved faster, his discipline entirely shattered, his hips snapping forward as the friction built into an agonizing, sweet crescendo. Every gasp that escaped April’s lips, every time her nails bit into his back, pushed him closer to the point of no return.

"April—I’m—" Xavier choked out, his grip on her hips tightening until his knuckles turned pale.

With a final, desperate thrust, Xavier buried his face in the sensitive crook of her shoulder and let out a low, guttural groan. His whole body went rigid, shaking violently as a hot, heavy wave spilled out over her skin and the fabric of her lower garments on the floor.

April held him tightly through the peak of his release, her arms wrapped firmly around his broad back as his heavy weight slumped against her. The room fell into a heavy, quiet stillness, broken only by the sound of their synchronized, ragged breathing.

Xavier stayed pinned against her for a long moment, his chest expanding against hers as he slowly regained his senses. Realizing he was still crushing her against the wall, he gently leaned back, though he kept his arms around her waist to support her.

He pulled back, his face burning with a mix of overwhelming affection, satisfaction, and sudden, deep bashfulness as he looked at the mess he had made on her skin.

"I’m... I’m sorry," Xavier murmured softly, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear of pleasure from the corner of her eye before brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "I lost control."

April looked up into his searching, devoted face, a small, remarkably contented smile gracing her lips.

"Don’t apologize," April said smoothly, her tone calm and steady despite her flushed cheeks. "It was very effective. You look much less tense now."

Xavier let out a soft, breathless laugh, his heart swelling with a fierce, quiet devotion. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to her forehead.

"I’ll go get a warm towel," he whispered, his eyes lingering on hers with absolute, unwavering clarity. "Stay right here."

April nodded, watching his broad form turn and disappear through the private washroom door.

Once she was alone in the quiet study, she looked down at her bare legs. Her inner thighs were noticeably reddened and slightly chafed from the intense friction, the delicate skin sensitive to the cool air of the room.

If not for her period, she would have finally experienced full sex and wouldn’t have to navigate these workaround methods. But as her mind processed it, she realized there was likely a reason why her body’s cycle had coincided with these events.

If she had simply slept with them right away, she probably wouldn’t have gotten to experience these vulnerable, wildly different sides of Xavier—or the others.

She was glad she was able to understand them better. But her period would be over by the next day. Then what?

A small glass vial materialized seamlessly into her palm. She uncapped it without hesitation, throwing her head back to swallow the cool, pristine liquid before letting the empty container vanish back into her spatial dimension.

A subtle, golden shimmer rippled across her skin. Within seconds, the painful chafing on her thighs knit back together, and the light hickeys along her neck faded into nothingness.

April let out a small, silent breath, feeling a slight pang of regret. She actually disliked that the revitalization water erased those marks so completely; she preferred keeping the lingering, physical evidence of their intimate actions. Still, the chafing had been too uncomfortable to leave unhealed.

Yet, despite the elixir completely repairing her skin, the deep, lingering ache lower down remained completely untouched. The magic healed physical tissue, not natural arousal. She was still intensely, deeply aroused.