After a long soak in the steamy bath, draped only in plush robes that hugged your contours tightly with steam still clinging to your bodies underneath it, your skin gleamed in the low light.

While Xavier sat atop the bed, you diligently toweled off his wet hair. His hand rested gently on your side, mumbling low and sweet, "I like being close to you. you’re warm." His fingers gripped your waist possessively, sliding down teasingly before settling back up.

He zeroed in on your shoulder and neck, the lure of your uncovered skin had him leaning in, the soft press of his lips leaving a trail of hunger-driven kisses, igniting a need that burned even hotter than the bathwater. His gaze locked onto yours, searing right through. Your breath hitched, as if he stole the air from within you, leaving you weak-kneed.

All pretense vanished as Xavier seized control, swiftly yanking you onto his lap, another gasp slipping from your lips. A cunning smirk curled upon his lips, licking his lips as if he'd just savored the juiciest fruit.

Melding together, the silky fabric of your robes served as a tantalizing veil, barely concealing the intensity of the heat that emanated from your entwined forms.

Xavier's hands starts roaming, mapping out every curve of your supple flesh. Every stroke ignited your skin, a firestorm brewing beneath. They crept lower, wandering to places far below the neckline and past your hips.