MTLNOVEL Chapter 189: [189] Still Adequate? *
Xavier caught both of Calypso's wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the silk sheets. His free hand traced down the curve of her throat, lingering where her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird beneath his fingertips. The sensation of her skin—impossibly soft yet burning with divine heat—sent electricity racing through his veins.
"Adequate, huh?" His thumb pressed gently against her parted lips, her breath hot and uneven against his skin. He savored the way her chest rose and fell rapidly, the perfect column of her throat working as she swallowed.
Calypso's pink eyes—still glowing with residual divinity—flashed with mischief. She nipped at his thumb, teeth scraping just hard enough to sting, then, without breaking eye contact, sucked the digit into her mouth. Her tongue swirled in slow, deliberate circles, the wet heat making his breath catch. Each stroke of her tongue was a promise, a challenge, a declaration of war.
Oh, we're playing that way.
His grip on her wrists tightened reflexively, and she let out a muffled, pleased hum around his fingers. The vibrations shot straight to his cock, already stirring again despite barely recovering from the last round. Every nerve in his body seemed to spark and crackle with renewed hunger.
"Still think this is mortal limitation?" he growled, withdrawing his thumb with an obscene pop and replacing it with his mouth, claiming hers in a savage kiss that left her gasping. He tasted divine sweetness on her tongue—vanilla and cherries and something else entirely, something ancient and forbidden.
She welcomed him with equal fervor, arching beneath him like a bow drawn taut, her hips grinding upward in a slow, maddening roll that made him see stars. The friction dragged a ragged groan from deep in his chest, and she smirked against his lips, clearly pleased with his reaction.
"Are you complaining, Valentine?" Her voice was honey-sweet poison, each syllable dripping with divine smugness.
He answered by dragging his teeth down the elegant curve of her neck, biting just hard enough to make her gasp, to leave marks that would linger even on divine skin. Her answering moan was sweet, broken—nothing like the smug goddess who ruled the afterlife with an iron grip and a gacha system. Gone was the bratty deity who demanded worship and attention.
This Calypso was a shuddering, writhing mess beneath him, her nails digging crescents into his shoulders as he mapped every sensitive spot Selene's body offered. Each touch drew new sounds from her throat—gasps and whimpers that he hoarded like precious treasures.
"Xavier—!"
His name became a refrain on her lips, each syllable more desperate than the last as he worked her over with hands and mouth. She clung to him, legs locking around his waist with divine strength, her breath coming in uneven pants that left her trembling. Rose petals materialized around them, golden sparkles dancing in the air as her control frayed at the edges.
He paused just long enough to flip her onto her stomach, pressing her back into the mattress as he dragged his fingers along the perfect curve of her spine, counting each vertebra with his lips, kissing the delicate wings of her shoulder blades. Her silver hair spilled across the pillows like liquid moonlight, and he couldn't resist gathering it in his fist, using it to gently guide her head back.
"You wanted training," he murmured against the shell of her ear, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that made her shiver beneath him. "Lesson one—patience."
Her answering whimper was music to his ears, sweeter than any symphony. Her fingers clutched desperately at the sheets, knuckles white with tension as she pushed back against him, seeking contact he deliberately withheld.
—
Calypso didn't know whether to strangle him or thank him for the exquisite torture he was inflicting.
She lay tangled in sweat-damp sheets, limbs heavy and quivering with exhaustion, her borrowed body singing with sensitivity that bordered on painful. Xavier knelt between her legs, his mouth busy in ways that turned her godly thoughts to static. Every lazy stroke of his tongue had her clawing at the bedding, ripping expensive silk in her frenzy, his name spilling from her lips in a broken litany that would have embarrassed her if she'd had any capacity for shame left.
"Xavier—ah!—you insufferable brat, I swear to all the pantheons—" Her threats dissolved into incoherent pleas as he found that perfect spot again, merciless in his attention.
He glanced up, his purple eyes glittering with triumph as he smirked—smirking—as if he hadn't just reduced a centuries-old goddess to a quivering, whimpering heap of sensation. His white hair was a mess from her fingers, his lips wet and swollen, and he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Oh? You were saying something about my mortal limitations?" His words vibrated against her most sensitive flesh, making her buck wildly.
She tried to kick him in frustration. He caught her ankle in one hand, fingers tracing teasing circles against the fragile bones there before dragging her back into place with inexorable strength. His grip was firm enough to bruise, and the tiny pain made her gasp with unexpected pleasure.
"Keep squirming," he murmured against her inner thigh, leaving a constellation of bites there that made her tremble. "I like it when divine beings beg."
She almost screamed into the pillow, caught between humiliation and ecstasy as tiny thunderclouds formed above the bed, sparking with her frustration.
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Round three—or was it four? She'd lost count somewhere between sunset and midnight—found her straddling his lap, her thighs burning with exertion as she rode him with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. Her arms draped over his shoulders, fingers buried in his snow-white hair as she tipped her head back, breathless and overwhelmed. The friction between their bodies created sparks of actual divinity, golden light crackling across their skin where they connected.
The sight of her—flushed, undone, golden sparks flickering across her skin like living jewelry—was enough to make his vision blur. She was divine in the most literal sense, yet she trembled in his arms like any mortal woman caught in passion's grip.
"You're beautiful," he managed, voice rough with something that went beyond mere desire.
She paused mid-motion, blinking down at him with something unreadable in her expression—vulnerability, surprise, perhaps even fear—before leaning in, pressing her forehead to his in a gesture so tender it made his chest ache.
"And you," she whispered, nipping at his lower lip, her voice carrying the weight of divine decree, "are mine."
Then she tightened around him with impossible perfection, and all coherent thought vanished in a haze of sensation and golden light.
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Hours later, when dawn seeped through the chamber's stained-glass windows in fractured rainbows, they lay entwined in the wreckage of silk sheets and scattered rose petals, neither willing to let go just yet. Their limbs were heavy with pleasant exhaustion, skin marked with the evidence of their shared passion.
Calypso traced idle patterns against his chest, her movements sluggish with exhaustion, occasionally giggling when she found a particularly sensitive spot. Her silver hair was a disaster, her makeup long since smudged away, and Xavier thought she'd never looked more beautiful.
"...Still adequate?" he teased, his voice rough from overuse.
She huffed, punching his shoulder weakly before burrowing closer into his side, her divine warmth better than any blanket.
"Perhaps... slightly above average. For a mortal." Her words were belied by the way she clung to him, as if afraid he might disappear if she loosened her grip.
He laughed, pressing a kiss to her tangled silver curls—only to freeze when she abruptly stiffened against him, her entire body going alert like a predator sensing danger.
Footsteps echoed outside the door, approaching with purpose. Insistent, familiar, demanding.
"Xavier?" A muffled voice called through the heavy wood. It was Ashley, her tone somewhere between annoyed and concerned.
Xavier sighed, running a hand down his face as reality came crashing back. The real world waited beyond that door, with all its complications and dangers.
"...We need to get dressed." He reluctantly began to disentangle himself from the goddess in his bed.
Calypso groaned dramatically, burying her face in his shoulder, her arms tightening around him with possessive strength.
"Evil timing."
He laughed again, softer this time, before rolling them both out of bed and casting around for their scattered clothes.
Xavier yanked on his trousers and threw a loose shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons as he stumbled toward the door. His muscles ached pleasantly from the night's activities, and a bemused smile lingered on his face despite the interruption.
"Just a minute," he called, running a hand through his disheveled white hair. Behind him, Calypso burrowed deeper into the sheets, grumbling about persistent mortals and their terrible timing.
Xavier opened the door, the words "What's u-" dying on his lips as he took in Ashley's appearance.
She stood in the corridor, one hand braced against the stone wall for support. Her chest heaved with rapid, shallow breaths, and a furious blush colored her cheeks. The golden fractures beneath her skin pulsed in an unmistakable rhythm that matched Calypso's heartbeat.
"Shit," Xavier breathed, realization crashing over him like ice water. "Ashley, I—"
"Don't," she cut him off, her voice raw. "Don't you dare apologize." She pushed past him into the room, her movements unsteady. When she caught sight of Calypso wrapped in the tangled sheets, something complicated passed across her face—anger, longing, and resignation all warring for dominance.
"You could have warned me," Ashley said, directing the words at Calypso rather than Xavier. "I was with Margaret and Naomi when it started."
Calypso had the decency to look somewhat abashed, though the effect was ruined by her self-satisfied smile. "I didn't exactly plan it," she replied, stretching languorously.
Ashley's breath hitched in response to the movement, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. The golden fractures on her skin brightened momentarily.
"This is..." Ashley swallowed, eyes darting to Xavier then back to Calypso, "complicated."