The Guilty Innocent (9 page)

She took a step closer to me. “Is this you trying to put me in my place?” She asked arrogantly.

“No, this is me, getting ready to put my foot up your ass!” I said, I had had enough of her attitude. She had been giving me a hard time since the first moment we met.

“Cool it, Elise! If you're going to hinder this investigation, you can go the fuck home!” Xavier warned.

Elise seemed to be taken aback, insulted even. Sergio began to smile then he turned away, I suppose he was trying to hide the fact that this situation was humorous to him. I myself was thrilled that Xavier put her in her cage. I was also shocked that he cursed. I've never heard him curse before...well at least not the big bad words. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a cream puff when it comes to cursing, I've been known to sling some terms here and there. It was just a surprise coming from Xavier, it also made him even sexier to me than he already was. There was just something insanely masculine about a man who can successfully use the word “fuck”.

I looked at Elise, even though I fought the smile that wanted to spread across my lips, I let my eyes do the talking. And my eyes were saying “ha ha!” she sneered, then turned away from us. Xavier leaned over and kissed me on my temple softly, it was a comforting gesture. We walked out of the club, Elise and Sergio climbed back into his car and he pulled alongside Xavier's as we climbed inside. Elise lowered her window and spoke.

“Call us tomorrow, let us know what your plans are. I want to help Darian.” She said finally, then Sergio drove off. Xavier drove me to my apartment. After searching the mansion and club for hours, I was looking forward to going home. I invited him up and this time, he accepted my offer. The apartment was silent...too silent, it felt uncomfortable, lonely. I turned on the lights as I walked towards the kitchen. I reached into the refrigerator and began to pour myself a glass of water. I drained the glass then sat it down on the counter. I looked at the god awful yellow garden patterned wallpaper that covered the kitchen walls and I felt the tears flow down my cheeks. I did not want to fight them any longer, Annette favored this wallpaper, I had wanted to take it down, now I found myself wanting to hold on to the ugly pattern. Fond memories surrounded everything about the apartment. I sat down in the chair and looked around the kitchen, crying freely. Xavier walked into the kitchen and kneeled down in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pick me up out of the chair easily and carried me to my bed, laying me down and climbing in beside me.

“It's okay,” he whispered. “I know you miss her, you're suppose to miss her. Annette was one of a kind, I was fond of her as well.”

“She didn't deserve this, Xavier. She was so caring, young and beautiful!” I sobbed.

“No, she didn't deserve this. Nevertheless, there are many wonderful people who do not deserve the bad things that happen to them. Natasha, I know that you are a religious person...” He lifted my face so that our eyes could meet. “...If you truly believe in the infallibility of God, then consider Annette an angel who has been summonsed home. You'll miss her company, her vibrant personality, that was her physical form. You now have the real Annette and you always will, in here,” he said with the upmost sincerity as he pressed his hand gently over my heart.

The tears began to pour. I could hear my own choking sobs deafening my ears as I held on to Xavier, my head pressed to his chest. What Xavier was saying was hitting home. I still felt a sadness for the loss of my best friend, but I was beginning to feel a strange peace at the thought of her resting in heaven. She wouldn't want unto be tormented by her death, she wouldn't want me depressed or unhappy.

I felt the gentle touch of Xavier's strong hands caressing, me,
I
began to feel a stirring inside and goosebumps began to rise to the surface of my flesh. I raised my head and looked into the warm expression of Xavier's eyes. I felt my heart skip a beat. Xavier wiped away my tears with his thumbs as he smiled sweetly at me.
I
kissed his soft full lips, gently at first then more passionately. His lips parted as his tongue slid into my mouth. He was an excellent kisser, I could not help but wonder who I should credit for his skill. He shifted his position putting his body over mine, he broke our kiss and began to plant delicate pecks down the length of my neck sending tingles throughout my body. I could feel the heat rising in my body as his fingers began to undress me, removing my shirt, then my jeans tossing them to the side. He buried his face between my bosom, his strong hands began to remove my bra. I could feel his wet mouth on my left breast, the feeling was amazing. With each stroke of his tongue,
I
felt little exquisite tremors between my legs.

His hardness brushed along my thigh as he massaged and suckled my breast causing me to gasp at the sensation.

Xavier slowly slid down my body, licking along my skin, his fingers trailed downward tickling my flesh, causing me to giggle. He looked up at me and smiled, his grey eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I see that you are ticklish,” he teased. “Maybe a little.”

He smiled playfully, his eyes bright. He then lowered his head and began to suckle my flesh, his tongue darting out to lick my navel as his fingers pulled down the band of my white lace panties, slowly removing them and tossing them on the floor next to my clothes. He sat up on the bed then began to undress himself, I stopped him. Xavier smiled down at me as he lowered his arms. I looked up at him, never had I beheld a man so masculine, so powerful, yet so very gentle and patient. Slowly, I pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor next to my own pile of discarded clothing. His torso was beautiful, a light dusting of brown curly hair layered his chest then formed a thin trail over his flat, muscular stomach down to his crotch. I ran my fingers down the ripple of his abdomen until the tips of my fingers brushed the fabric of his jeans.

“Do you like what you see?” Xavier asked in a soft and passionate voice.

“Yes.” I replied, never taking my eyes from his. Xavier smiled as he watched me unbuckle his jeans then pushed them down past his thighs. He assisted me by standing on the floor and sliding them off completely. He didn't wear underwear and his manhood jutted up, pointing directly at me, hard and ready. Xavier slowly climbed back onto the bed and push me lightly on the shoulders until I was laying on my back. He peered into my eyes, I could feel his passion as he pressed himself against me. The stirring sensation between my legs grew, it pulsed as I melted in the heat radiating from his body.

“From the first moment I laid my eyes upon you, I have wanted to take you into my arms,” he whispered sensuously.

I was at a loss for words, my breath caught in my throat. He slid lower and began to kiss the top of my foot, slowly working his way up my leg. His finger tips tickled the back of my knees, causing me to yelp and giggle, lie chuckled and
continued lo lick my inner thighs, moving closer to my heated passion. I felt his tongue enter me, I gasped in amazement, my eyes widened. My hands gripped the sheets as I felt his tongue explore me. I had never had a man do this before. My last boyfriend never wanted to, but he always wanted that of me, needless to say, we were at a stalemate. Xavier had no hang-ups about pleasing me, I never knew men like he, Darian and Warren existed...well they existed in the supernatural world, but do they exist in the human one as well?

I was seized by the incredible pleasure Xavier was causing. My muscles tightened and my breathing began to grow frantic. Xavier increased the gentle pressure of his tongue and the speed of his strokes. I arched on the bed as I began to feel my orgasm forming. Xavier's tongue worked faster to bring me harder as his strong hands held me firmly on the bed. My climax ripped through me and I cried out, my fingers gripped handfuls of Xavier's silky brown hair as I rode the tidal wave of pleasure. Xavier held on, never easing up, causing my body to jerk and spasm uncontrollably. The pleasure was almost too much for me to bear. He knew the perfect moment to pull away, looking up at me, he smiled, his hand coming up to wipe his mouth. His tongue snaked out to lick the back of his hand, tasting the wetness, he smiled sensuously. I could feel my face flush, I had to catch my breath. The pleasurable assault on me continued as Xavier mounted me, burying his face between my breast again. I could feel his tongue on my erect nipple, sending more tremors throughout my limbs. I felt him enter me slowly, he was a comfortable size, he filled me nicely. Xavier began to stroke inside me with a smooth paced rhythm.

“Oh god, Natasha!” Xavier panted breathlessly. “You feel so good to me!”

I was speechless. Naturally, I am a shy person in the bedroom and not very skilled in pillow talk. I wanted to tell Xavier that I shared his sentiments, but was too bashful to do so. Therefore, I said nothing at all, but I believed Xavier already knew my feelings. My arms wrapped around his shoulders as I held on, his body rocking above me, making me feel the most extraordinary pleasure! I met his passion with uncontrolled lust. His lips met mine as we made love, his tongue caressed my mouth as we kissed with fervor. His pace began to quicken as his breath became more ragged, I could tell he was reaching his climax and I began to feel a second climax boiling within me. In a spastic moment, we exploded with intense pleasure, our bodies becoming one in this instant. My legs locked around his waist as I held onto him tightly, fingers digging into his flesh as we both spent our passions. He collapsed on top of me, our shaking bodies entangled in the wet sheets. Tiny tremors rippled through our bodies as we lay in each other’s arms. Neither of us could say anything at first.

After a while, Xavier rolled onto his side, his eyes began to clear and he looked at me and smiled. He leaned over and kissed my lips softly, his fingers gently brushing my damp hair from my face. He rested his head on his arm as he gazed at me. Our eyes locked on each other, I could hear the birds beginning to chirp and it could only mean one thing...the morning sun was rising. Xavier looked towards the window and frowned.

“I've always hated this part. This is the one thing I envy about not being human, I miss the sunlight.” He turned to face me. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked.

At first, I had no idea why he would ask such a question, but then I began to realize why he did. His body would rest as the sun rose, he would not be able to prevent it and he would be dead to me then. I thought about the possibility of him sleeping in my bed, practically a corpse, if not truly a corpse. Then I decided to except the fact that he was what he was.

“No, stay here.” I said.

“You'll be alone when the sun rises,” he cautioned. “I know...it's okay,” I smiled slightly.

He smiled and kissed my forehead, then he climbed out of the bed and walked to the window. He closed the drapes, before covering the window with a thick blanket to darken the room completely. He climbed back into the bed and took me into his arms again.

“I want to hold you, if only for a few more moments.” He whispered into my ear.

I snuggled closer to him. After a while, I began to feel his body grow cooler, this was a new experience for me, but I wanted to experience it.

“Is it happening?” I asked.

He nodded. “I'm going to let you go now,” Xavier released me. For a brief moment, I loathe the absence of his warm embrace. “Natasha?” he began “Yeah?” “I love you.”

With that, he drifted off to sleep. His body grew heavy and limp against me. I rolled away and turned on the lights. I looked at him, his eyes were closed, his hair was tangled as it framed his face on the pillow. He looked to be in a deep sleep. I was still shocked by the last thing he said to me before he fell asleep. He said he loved me! Could he really mean that? I looked at his slumbering form. How do I feel about him? I knew I cared for him a great deal, I believe I loved him, but am I
in
love with him? I reached out and touched his shoulders, his skin was cool, but pliant, not like a corpse at all. I brushed some of his hair from his face and gazed at him. His long dark lashes brushed his cheeks, his perfectly lined lips were lightly pressed together. Even in a deathlike state, he was beautiful, I could see why Darian chose him as his companion. I gathered up a blanket, having decided to sleep on the couch. I would have to really get used to seeing Xavier in that state before I would feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed with him.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Multiple visions began to flash through my mind, I immediately started filtering them, searching for the important ones. Just when I thought another day would pass in vain, I came across a vision that would help us.

Chapter Five

Day Three

I was looking at a female, she was speaking Russian to someone on the telephone. Her blonde hair was cut short in a twenties-style bob. She was dressed in a black pantsuit that seemed to hug her every curve. I could understand what she was saying and knew who she was speaking with. She was speaking to the head of her organization and her lover, stating that they had the information and were on a plane flying back to Russia at this very moment. She went on to say that she was quiet pleased by how smoothly things went with Darian's arrest. The female then ended her phone call and looked in my direction.