Chapter 162 - 0162: Blame The Eyes, Bambina

Chapter 162: Chapter 0162: Blame The Eyes, Bambina

Elena’s Point Of View

My breath came in ragged, heavy gasps, my chest heaving as I slumped against Jaxx, my body trembling from the aftershocks of what he’d just done to me. Every inch of me ached... deliciously, exquisitely, as if he’d rewired my very soul. My fingers clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into the hard muscle beneath his skin, my legs still wrapped around his waist, unwilling to let go.

The heat of him, the scent of him, filled my senses until I could barely think, until the rest of the world fell away and there was only this... only him, only the wreckage of what he’d made me feel. I felt strangely raw, like something inside me had been peeled back and exposed to air for the first time.

And then... I felt it.

The slow, deliberate slide of his cock slipping out of me, the loss of him making me gasp, my walls clenching as if begging him to stay. A thick, hot rush of his cum dripped from my pussy, sliding down my thighs, pooling between us before dropping to the floor in a shameless, obscene display of what we’d just done.

The sight of it... his release, his mark, made my face burn, my body throb with a new wave of need. Some small, rational part of me recoiled at how easily I’d let this happen, how completely I’d surrendered, but that voice was so faint now, drowned beneath the roar of everything he made me feel.

I hated how quickly that voice lost every argument whenever he touched me.

God. I was ruined.

I panted, my breath slowly steadying as the intensity of the moment settled over me. My legs, still trembling, slowly unwound from around him and dropped to the ground, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch, his cock, his words. "Beautiful," he said, his voice a dark, velvety growl that sent a shiver down my spine, my body aching with the memory of how he’d ruined me just minutes ago.

I hated how much I wanted to hear him say it again, hated how one word from him could undo the careful composure I’d spent years building.

I forced myself to take a step back, my breath still ragged, my skin still tingling from his touch. The cool air hit my exposed skin, making me shiver, my nipples hardening as I pushed against his chest. "I really have to go, Jaxx," I said, my voice firmer than I felt, my fingers trembling as I unwrapped my legs from around him. His cum dripped down my thighs, thick and hot, a reminder of what we’d just done, of how thoroughly he’d claimed me. "I’m serious. I need to go back to that house and take my things. I’m leaving there."

He stared at me for a long, intense moment, his dark eyes burning into mine, his gaze so intense it made my stomach clench. The weight of his stare was heavy, possessive, like he was daring me to deny what had just happened between us. I swallowed hard, my fingers twitching at my sides, my lips parting as I licked them nervously, searching his face for some clue as to what he was thinking.

The air between us grew thick with tension, with need, with the unspoken promise of what could happen if I stayed. Somewhere beneath the tension, I registered a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared.

"Say something," I whispered, my voice trembling, my body still humming from his touch, my mind still spinning from the intensity of what we’d just shared.

A small, dangerous smile played on his lips, his fingers trailing down my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through me. The touch was light, teasing, but it burned like a brand, making my skin prickle, my breath hitch. "Are you sure that’s all?" he asked, his voice low and rough, his gaze never leaving mine, the darkness in his eyes making my heart race, my body ache. "Getting your things and getting out of that house?"

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The truth sat like a knot in my throat - I wanted to stay. Wanted him. But fear and uncertainty still gnawed at me, whispering that whatever this was between us was too dangerous to trust. "Yes. But that doesn’t mean I’ll be coming to you, though."

His smirk turned dark, knowing, his hand sliding down to give my ass a firm squeeze that made me gasp, my body arching into his touch. "We’ll see about that," he murmured, his voice a dark promise, his lips brushing mine in a teasing, fleeting kiss before he stepped away, leaving me cold, empty without his touch. The sudden distance felt like a loss I had no right to feel, and I hated myself a little for feeling it.

"Fine..." His gaze raked over me, slow and deliberate, his voice a dark purr that made my skin prickle with awareness, my body heat beneath his stare. "You can leave, Princess."

I blinked, caught off guard by his sudden compliance, my mind still spinning, my body still aching for his touch. The confusion must have been written all over my face, because his smirk deepened, his eyes dark with amusement and lust.

"But about not coming to me again..." His smirk turned wicked as he closed the distance between us again, his fingers brushing against my waist, his touch burning my skin, his voice dropping into a dark chuckle. "We’ll see about that."

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words died in my throat as his fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive skin of my thighs, his touch making my breath catch. "I have nothing to wear," I said, my voice tight with frustration, my body betraying me as heat pooled between my thighs. "You literally ripped my dress to shreds last night."

His smirk stayed unapologetic, his gaze trailing over me, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of me, every mark he’d left on my skin. "Well," he murmured, his voice dark and teasing, "that couldn’t be helped." His fingers brushed against my waist, sending a jolt of heat through me, making my skin prickle. "That pretty shit was getting in the way."

I glared at him, my hands clenching into fists at my sides, my body betraying me as heat pooled between my thighs, my mind still reeling from the intensity of what we’d just done. "You’re impossible," I hissed, my voice trembling with frustration and need, hating that even my anger seemed to fuel my wanting.

His chuckle came out dark, his gaze locked on mine, his voice carrying a promise that made my stomach clench. "And yet, you’re still here, Bambina." His fingers trailed down my arm again, slow and teasing, his touch burning my skin, making my breath hitch. "Still wanting me."

His words hung in the air between us, thick with tension, with need, with the unspoken truth that I couldn’t deny. And then, before I could protest, before I could think, he slammed his lips down on mine.

But it wasn’t fast. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t the typical Jaxx - demanding, possessive, consuming. No. This was slow. This was careful. This was something else entirely... something that made my stomach clench, my breath hitch, my body melt against his.

His hands cradled my scalp, his fingers threading through my hair, his touch gentle, tender, making me whimper against his lips, my body aching for more, my mind spinning with the contradiction of it all.

This tenderness frightened me more than his hunger ever had, because hunger I understood, but this... this felt dangerously close to something neither of us had named. For one suspended moment, I let myself imagine what it might mean if he ever said it out loud.

And then... the doorbell rang.

He pulled back, his dark eyes locked on mine, his breath ragged, his voice rough. "Wait here."

My eyes stayed dazed, my lips still tingling from his kiss, my body still humming with the aftershocks of his touch. I nodded dumbly, my mind still reeling, my heart still pounding in my chest as he turned and walked away, his presence leaving a void that made me ache.

Minutes later, he returned, a shopping bag in his hand. He held it out to me, his gaze unreadable, his expression neutral. I arched my left eyebrow at him, my fingers trembling as I took it from him and set it down on the counter. The weight of his stare was heavy, possessive, like he was daring me to open it, to see what he’d chosen for me.

But he said nothing, his gaze dark, his expression unreadable. "Check the bag," he finally murmured, his voice low and rough.

I swallowed hard, my fingers digging into the bag, my heart pounding as I peered inside. My breath hitched as I pulled out the first item... a pantie, lace, delicate, black, the fabric cool and smooth beneath my fingertips. The sight of it made my face burn hot with embarrassment, my body aching with the memory of how he’d touched me, how he’d claimed me.

Next came a pair of pants... soft, stretchy, comfortable, and a set of sneakers, pristine, white, brand new, the fit looking like it would be perfect. He’d thought of everything, down to the smallest detail, and that realization unsettled me almost as much as it warmed something inside my chest.

It struck me, too, that he must have gone out while I lay boneless on his bed, that some part of him had been thinking of my comfort even in the aftermath of his own satisfaction.

My breath hitched, my fingers trembling as I looked up at him, my face flaming, my voice trembling. "Jaxx... You... how?"

"But before wearing them," he cut me off, his gaze burning into mine, his fingers brushing against my cheek, his touch gentle, teasing, his voice a dark purr. "You need to freshen up." His voice dropped, dark and rough, his lips brushing my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "You smell so sinful right now, Bambina." The heat in his voice made my body ache, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. "And it’s tempting."

My face boiled, heat flooding my cheeks, my body aching with the memory of how he’d ruined me, how he’d marked me, how he’d claimed me. The scent of sex... of us, still lingered in the air, thick and heavy, a reminder of what we’d just done. "Jaxx..." My voice came out a whisper, a plea, my mind still spinning, my body still humming from his touch.

And then, he lifted me suddenly, his arms wrapping around me, his grip unyielding, his touch possessive. I yelped, my fingers clutching at his shoulders, my breath coming in sharp gasps as he carried me toward what looked like the bathroom. The sudden movement made his cum drip from me, thick and hot, sliding down my thighs, a shameless reminder of what we’d just done.

"Take your bath," he ordered, his voice rough, his gaze dark with promise, his lips brushing my forehead. "I’ll be outside." His fingers tightened on my waist, his touch burning my skin, his voice dropping to a dark murmur. "Unless..." His gaze burned into mine, his voice turning into a dark, teasing purr. "You want me here with you?"

I pushed against his chest, my face flaming, my voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and need. "Get out, pervert!"

My voice came out sharp, my face flaming with embarrassment, my body still humming from the aftershocks of his touch. I pushed against his chest again, my fingers trembling, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

His laughter rang out, rich and deep, the sound tugging at something in my chest despite myself, but I shook my head, my fingers fumbling for the door handle before I slammed it shut, locking it just in case he had a change of mind.

The bathroom was luxurious... sleek, modern, all Jaxx. The shower was massive, the tiles cool beneath my bare feet as I stripped out of his shirt, the fabric slipping from my skin, pooling at my feet. I turned on the water, the spray hot and soothing, steam filling the air as I stepped beneath it, my body aching in the best possible way.

For a long moment, I simply stood there, letting the water wash over me, trying to make sense of everything that had happened, of everything I still felt. My thoughts kept circling back to that kiss... the tender one, the one that scared me more than anything he’d done with his hands.

I used his body wash, the scent of him everywhere... consuming me, making my stomach clench, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. The lather was thick, rich, the scent of leather and spice filling the air as I washed myself, my fingers tracing over my skin, over the marks he’d left on me.

His shampoo lathered in my hair, my fingers working through the tangles, the scent of him lingering, haunting me long after I rinsed it away. I used his brush, running it through my hair, the bristles gentle against my scalp, my body humming with the aftershocks of what he’d done to me.

And then... I saw it.

A new toothbrush, still in its case, a note tucked beneath it. My heart clenched, my fingers trembling as I picked it up, my lips curling into a small, unwanted smile as I read the words: "Here, Princess."

God. The gesture was small, but it meant something. It meant he’d thought of me. Cared for me. Even in the midst of his possessiveness, his hunger, he’d remembered the details... the kind of quiet, thoughtful gesture I never expected from a man like him, and it left me more shaken than his touch ever could.

I stood there longer than necessary, just staring at his handwriting, trying to reconcile the tenderness of it with the man who’d growled filthy promises into my ear an hour earlier.

I brushed my teeth, the minty freshness cleansing, soothing, but doing nothing to ease the ache between my thighs, the need that still thrummed through me. I rinsed my mouth, the water cool against my skin, my body still humming from his touch.

I tied a towel around me... short, barely covering anything, but it was all I could manage here. I took a deep breath, my fingers clutching the towel, my heart pounding as I stepped out of the bathroom, his shirt clutched in my hand.

Jaxx sat on the couch, his head lifting the moment I walked in, his dark eyes locking onto me, darkening with something feral, something hungry. His smirk came slow, dangerous, his gaze raking over me, making my skin prickle with awareness, my body heating beneath his stare.

I rolled my eyes, my face flaming, my voice trembling. "You couldn’t even..."

"Cover my eyes?" he finished for me, his gaze burning into mine, his smirk never fading, his voice a dark chuckle. "No."

I frowned, my hands planting on my hips, my voice firm. "Jaxx..."

He sighed, reluctantly raising his hands to cover his eyes, his smirk still playing on his lips. "Happy?"

I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I let the towel drop, my body exposed, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver, my nipples hardening as I stepped into the pantie... lace, delicate, black, the fabric cool against my heated skin.

The pants slid up my legs, hugging my curves, the fabric soft and stretchy, comfortable against my skin. The sneakers slipped onto my feet, the fit perfect, like he’d known my size, like he’d thought of everything.

I reached for the shirt, my fingers trembling, my breath hitching as I turned, and met his eyes... Open, dark and hungry. A scream tore from my lips, my hands flying to cover myself, my face flaming. "Ahhh! Jaxx!"

His smirk stayed unapologetic, dark, knowing. "Well," he drawled, his gaze raking over me, burning me, his voice a dark purr. "It’s not my fault." His shoulders lifted in a shrug, his voice dropping into a dark chuckle. "Blame the eyes, Bambina. They just wouldn’t stay closed."