Chapter 327: Don’t End It Yet

April wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down until his ear rested right beside her lips.

"Xavier," she murmured, her warm breath fanning across his skin, "you don’t have to keep this slow pace. Don’t hold back too much, or you might explode."

Xavier’s eyes widened, a sudden shock running straight through him. It wasn’t a blanket permission to throw caution to the wind, but it was an explicit invitation—a nod to push a little faster, drive a little harder, and actually let himself feel the warmth surrounding him.

The breath left Xavier in a rough, shuddering exhale. His grip on her waist tightened, his posture shifting as he surrendered to the heat. He surged forward with deeper, firmer thrusts, his rhythm picking up into a rhythm that made the bedframe groan softly beneath them.

"April..." he rasped, his voice thick with overwhelming reverence and raw need as he buried his face into the side of her neck.

His thrusts grew deeper, more insistent, yet forever anchored in tender devotion. Every push bottomed out against her with a heavy, exquisite heat that dragged a sweet, breathless sound from her throat.

The heat coiled tighter and tighter in his lower belly until his entire frame began to tremble violently. Xavier’s chest heaved against hers, his jaw locking as he looked down at her with dark, dazed eyes.

"April... I’m—I’m about to—" his voice cracked, raw and unpolished, the confession spilling out of him with unfiltered honesty.

April looked up into his flushed, strained face, feeling the intense warmth building rapidly deep within her own core. She didn’t want him to finish just yet—not when she was right on the precipice right alongside him.

She tightened her arms around his shoulders, her thighs wrapping a little higher around his hips to lock him in place.

"A little longer..." April breathed out, her eyes locking onto his with clear, undeniable demand. "Hold on a little longer, Xavier. Don’t end it yet."

Xavier’s breath hitched violently. He bit down hard on his lower lip, a thick vein bulging along his neck as he fought with every fiber of his being to stem the tide. His knuckles turned white where he gripped the sheets beside her head, his body shuddering from the sheer, agonizing effort of holding himself back on the brink.

It felt way too good. Just how was he going to rein it in?

"April... please..." he rasped, his voice a broken plea as his eyes burned down into hers.

"With me," she whispered softly, her hips lifting instinctively to meet his. "I want us to reach it together."

That was all it took. April kissed his lips and pressed up against him, the exquisite, rhythmic friction dragging her straight over the edge into pure ecstasy. Her body clamped down around him in a wave of shivering release, her nails digging into his back.

"Haah—!" her voice shuddered alongside her trembling body and rolling eyes.

Feeling her insides convulse and clamp around his dick, the last drop of Xavier’s control shattered completely. He let out a low, broken groan, driving deep into her one final time as he came with a shuddering sound, burying his face against her throat as his hips stuttered and he filled the condom.

For a long moment neither of them moved. His weight was warm and heavy over her, his heart hammering against her chest. April lay there beneath him, her mind quietly cataloging the sheer contrast between the quiet intensity of his embrace and the calm stillness that had settled over the room.

When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were glistening. "Are you... okay?" his words came out soft.

April tested her body, tuning into the physical reality of what she had just experienced. She was aching with this deep and throbbing sensation, a heavy, foreign pressure that reminded her of every inch he had taken, but it was manageable. She nodded.

"I’m okay."

Xavier carefully withdrew, pulling his dick out. The emptiness that followed made her flinch, an abrupt sensory shift that left her feeling strangely exposed.

He immediately reached for the soft cloths Samuel had prepared earlier and cleaned her with gentle, almost worshipful care. April watched his hands, noting how reverent he was with her, even in the quiet aftermath.

Before anyone else could speak, Samuel stepped away from his position near the doorway. His movements were smooth, quiet, and measured as he walked over to the side of the bed. He paused a respectful step away, adjusting his glasses with a light flick of his finger as his dark eyes settled on her face.

"Miss April," Samuel asked smoothly, his tone perfectly level, yet carrying a quiet, underlying focus. "How was your first time?"

April blinked up at him, letting her breath settle as she considered the question logically. "It was... intense. Sharp at first, but Xavier was careful. By the end, it felt incredible."

So in conclusion, she liked it.

Samuel nodded once, taking in her response with serene, clinical composure, though his gloved hands tightened slightly where they were resting at his waist. "Duly noted."

Nat’s voice cut through the quiet right after, lower than before.

"Your turn’s over, Saint. Don’t hog the bed."

Xavier shot him a look, but he moved aside without argument, taking care of the used condom that had begun to sag from his spent dick before settling against the headboard so he could still see her face.

April sat up slowly. Her thighs trembled from the physical strain. But with a single mental command, a small crystal vial of revitalization water appeared from her spatial dimension, and she drank it in one clean swallow.

Warmth flooded her body instantly. The lingering soreness vanished. Strength returned to her limbs as if the last twenty minutes had never happened. Only the memory of the stretch, the fullness, and the look on Xavier’s face remained—a strange, surreal divide between what her body felt right now and what her mind knew had just transpired.

Nat’s eyes tracked the empty vial as it disappeared back into her dimension. A slow, dark smile curved his mouth.

"Convenient," he murmured. "Guess that means I don’t have to hold back as much as I planned."

Samuel’s voice came from the doorway, still cool and even.

"Nat Collins. You will still exercise restraint. Miss April’s comfort remains the priority."