All Chapters of CAGED IN HIS EMBRACE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

XAVIER'S POV I rested my head on my palm as I stared at the sleeping beauty right beside me. His lips were slightly parted, and a bit of saliva dripped from his lovely lips. He looked extremely cute and docile. It was as if he would do whatever I wanted him to do at that moment, which amused me a lot when I thought about how stubborn he was. I gently lowered my head and kissed his lips. "Hmm..." He groaned and pushed his head back. His scattered hair spreads freely on the pillow as he sprawled tiredly in bed. He seemed very tired. I smiled again. With this, he wouldn't think about visiting the gay bar tomorrow again, right? And if he did___ tsk tsk.I wouldn't mind shifting my schedule to spend a few days in bed with him. That would be very beneficial for both of us... I think. My eyes grew heavy. I rubbed gently, but it only got heavier. I was slightly surprised. It had been a very long time since I was able to feel the urge to sleep without the help of any medicine. Was it

JULIAN'S POV "Are you Mr Julian?" A man dressed in a suit asked with a polite smile. I nodded coldly, not at all interested in keeping up with anyone. I couldn't sweep away the fatigue in my bones, and the urge to return home kept growing stronger. I sighed inwardly and looked at the man again. "Yes, I am." Being polite wouldn't take much away from me. The man smiled again and bowed his head. He looked very professional. "If I guess right, this mister here is manager Abel, right?" "He is," I replied again, finally returning his smile. Abel also walked forward and shook hands with the man. "You must be Director James' nephew, Liam, right?" Abel raised a brow as he questioned.The man's lip curved slightly, highlighting his handsome face even more, and he chuckled. "I had no idea I was that famous." He joked. Abel also smiled. He lowered his eyes a little as he pulled back his hand. "I heard about you a few times from my friends." He replied. I swore Abel's ears were red!Enjoyi

***JULIAN'S POV***Entering the mansion, I realised the whole guest for the wedding wasn't more than 10. My grandmother, Xavier's grandmother, my mother, father, Abel, three servants, and a lawyer. Everyone turned around to look at me when they saw me, and I bowed my head, greeting them. I walked in the center, staring at the tall and handsome man waiting for me at the front. The seductive smile on his face could give someone the illusion that he was truly excited about the wedding or that he indeed loved me.He looked so happy. If I hadn't seen his cold and indifferent expression when we registered our marriage two days before, I would have thought he was indeed happy with the marriage. Xavier had no feelings toward me. No, one could say he wanted my body, just like I wanted his. It was like he was addicted to me. He always wanted me, and maybe that was the only reason he could smile so brightly, successfully deceiving the guests in the room. Thinking about it, if Xavier could

***JULIAN'S POV***Slowly, Xavier removed his shirt, revealing his ripped upper body. His glowing chiseled chest got me drooling, and I found it hard to take my eyes off him. I staggered forward, intending to touch him only to fall face first into his chest, hitting my nose on his metal-like chest. I groaned lightly and raised my teary eyes to look at me. "What... What did you use?" I asked, my voice hoarse and almost like a moan. Xavier rubbed his thumb on my nose, bent his head, and planted a soft kiss on my lips. "Use?" He tilted his head and asked. Feeling the absence of his warmth on my lips, I frowned and wrapped my arms around his chest. "Your scent... It's strong. It's powerful. It's like an aphrodisiac." I confessed. Xavier laughed. "My scent? That's my pheromone." He pinched my cheek lightly. "Can't you perceive yours, too? It's about to make me lose my mind." He grabbed my waist and lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me t

****XAVIER'S POV****Staring at my wife's cute angry face, I felt the urge to pinch it and see if liquid would form from his beautiful skin. The past week had been wonderful. The unending sex, his scream, his cries, and his pleas, they were all addictive. He had never been so submissive, and neither had been so energetic. Oestrus is a wonderful thing..."Let me help with your hair." I offered. Seeing him in so much pain made me feel guilty. He sneered, rolled his eyes at me, but still came forward to sit in bed and raise his head with a condescending look. "What are you waiting for?" He questioned with a snort. I raised a brow, a smirk forming on my lips. "I thought you didn't want me." I teased. He crossed his arms, "Do you want to do it or not?" He looked like he was about to explode with anger. I quickly waved my hands and picked up the hair dryer. "I will. I will." I surrendered. He was the boss. I walked over and climbed the bed. I knelt behind him and started drying his