Arms Crossed In An X Over Chest Meaning Novels & Stories

She stood in the center of the room, feeling the strange, high-voltage hum that lived in the air between them. Xavier drifted to the desk, his movements heavy and unhurried. He picked up his phone, the blue light reflecting in his eyes, making him look ghostly in the dim room. He let out a short, sharp breath and set it back down with a click. He turned, leaning his lower back against the desk, crossing his arms over his half-buttoned shirt.

"Anya is mine and you don't ever try to cross your boundaries ever again." "What's the meaning of this?" Deccan growled, angry and confused. Xax crossed his huge arms. "Figure it out." Deccan crossed his arm. "I don't see a ring on her fingers." "That's because you're blind, Sherlocks, not because it's not there." "Xax, stop!" I gasped, still trying to free my hand but his hand only tightened on it. I stopped struggling when I felt faint. What is he doing here!?

Before Xavia could refuse again, he had already untied her bandage and was now tending to the wound… Since they were now sitting face to face—and his robe was still open, Xavia was so embarrassed that she looked as red as a beet! In the end, she couldn’t help but mutter, “…U-um… Could you… cover your chest…?” Looking down, he saw that he only had a little of his front exposed. Wasn’t she being a bit too conservative…? Still, it wouldn’t do him good to refuse her request, so he simply did as she told before continuing to treat her wound.

He was staring at her face, as he blinks his eyes twice when he realize his awkward position. "Are you planning to stay on my top forever?" She sarcastically asked, his lips twitched in satisfaction, "and you seem like enjoying touching my chest for a very long time, huh?" He proudly stated as she realized she was carrying out his accusation. Axel quickly stood, grabbing his shirt and wears the robe leaving Schina in a daze. She was still lying on the lounge chair as her head keeps on playing from the moment she unintentionally touches his chest, she look at her sinful hands with amazement.

I desperately tried to think of something. "Madam, I would appreciate it if you left my office," Jennifer showed me the way out of her office. "Why are you lying!" I held onto Xavier's shirt as Jennifer tried to drag me out of her office. The pulling of Xavier's shirt made all the buttons come off, his shirt opened and I saw the birthmark he has always had on his chest. Xavier or Henry noticed I was staring at his chest, he quickly used the shirt to cover his body well, I knelt on the floor and began to cry out loud.

"What's that? And why does it have chains hanging from it?" Grumpy's laugh trailed over my skin like rough velvet. "That's the X-cross. It has chains so I can keep your arms and legs still while I use toys on you." My sex filled with wet heat. "Wh-what kind of toys?" I asked after I licked my lips. Honestly, I didn't really care what kind of toys he used on me, as long as it was Grumpy, Tove, or Thane who did it.

he replied. Suddenly, Xanthis began to cough, his breathing laboured. The coughing didn't cease even when he'd gulped down a glass of water. He was wheezing heavily and this made Alexandre to become even more uneasy. Xanthis picked his handkerchief, hacking into it, the cough racking his body. When he raised his head, Dre's eyes widened when he noticed the vivid red stain on his handkerchief. "What is actually wrong with you?" Dre asked, cautiously.

I had to think of other ways to take down Maddox without seducing him. “I won’t tug any man’s balls,” I added. He softly chuckled, and the genuine smile that graced his lips made my heart feel lighter. He grabbed my hands and helped me up. So we were standing, our bodies closer. He placed my hands on his chest before he spoke. “And you won’t touch any man’s torso aside from mine.” “Will that mean I have unlimited access to this chest any time of the day?” Before I knew it, Xander’s hand grabbed my face and pulled it toward him. “Am I hurting you?”

My heart almost beat out of my chest at the sight of shirtless Xavier, wearing sweatpants, arms crossed across his toned chest, leaning on the door frame. "I was about to leave." I lowered my head, reminding myself with an aching heart that he was the one who didn't want me. He had told me to stay away, I had no right to inconvenience him any further.

My hand wraps around his neck bringing us closer. Xavier runs his fingers along my sides. Leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever his hands touch. I feel his fingers slip below my t-shirt. He gently pulls it off, revealing my naked chest. Xavier's eyes widen as he lets out a soft moan of pleasure. Clearly surprised by the lack of clothing.