Chapter 91 No-strings-attached

• Xavier shifted uncomfortably, feeling out of place in this elegant setting. His rough edges and rugged appearance seemed at odds with the refined surroundings. Cathleen's gaze lingered on him, noticing how her wet pussy seemed to have a physical effect on him. He couldn't recall the last time he had been so visibly aroused by a woman. The heat radiating from his body was undeniable, and she could see the strain in his pants as his cock hardened under her gaze. It was both exhilarating and unnerving to see such a primal reaction in someone like Xavier, who usually exuded control and confidence. But in that moment, all that seemed to melt away as he succumbed to the intense desire she stirred within him.
• Xavier couldn't bear to watch any longer. His body felt like it was on fire as he left Cathleen's room in a rush, his heart pounding in his chest. It was as if he were being chased by a predator, desperate to escape before it caught him. He stumbled into his own room and shut the door behind him, leaning heavily against it. But even with a physical barrier between them, he couldn't escape the images that now tormented his mind—the sight of Cathleen pleasuring herself, her wetness glistening in the light. It was like cruel torture, taunting and tempting him at the same time. How could he ever look at her the same way again?
• Xavier made a vow to himself, promising that he would never allow his desires to see Cathleen as more than just a woman and that he would never touch her. The thought of their union was purely for the sake of pleasing his father and nothing more. However, as time passed and they grew closer, Xavier couldn't deny the allure of Cathleen's beauty. Her delicate features, framed by cascading curls, seemed to glow in the sunlight. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and humor, drawing him in despite his best efforts to resist. Slowly but surely, Xavier found himself succumbing to her charms and longing for more than just a political alliance.