First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess

"What do you think of me, Xavier?"

He didn't answer. Not right away. His eyes slid over her face, then trailed lower, drinking her in with a gaze that lingered too long to be casual. The silence stretched, long enough to make her chest tighten.

"Xavier," she pressed again, this time softer, but edged with frustration. "What do you think of me?"

Instead of words, he reached forward and caught her hand. His grip was firm yet gentle.

Angel froze, her breath catching as he guided her hand down, her mind racing a mile a minute.

"Xavier… what are you—"

Their eyes locked, his unreadable, hers wide with confusion. She tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let her, gently but insistently leading her until her fingers brushed something hot and solid through the loosened fabric at his waist. The next heartbeat, her hand was wrapped around it.

Her face went scarlet. "Wh—!" She yanked her hand back like she'd touched fire, her voice cracking as she stammered. "Xavier, what the hell are you doing!?"

He leaned back slightly, unbothered, his tone calm as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "That's what I think of you every time I see you."

Angel's whole body burned, her throat tight with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and something she couldn't put into words.

Angel's cheeks burned so hot she thought her face might catch fire. She hugged her knees to her chest, glaring at him though her eyes kept darting away.

"You—! You can't just… just do that!" she snapped, her voice higher than usual, betraying her panic. "That's… that's not even funny, Xavier!"

But he didn't look like he was joking. His calm expression, the way he leaned back as if nothing unusual had happened, only made her heart pound harder.

Angel buried her face against her knees for a moment, muffling a groan. "Damn it… why would you even say something like that…"

She tried to sound angry, tried to sound like she was scolding him, but the way her voice trembled gave her away. Her body remembered the heat of what she'd just held, her hand tingling as if it were still there.

Finally, she peeked up at him, her lips pressed tight. "You're such a… such a jerk. You're just messing with me."

Xavier smirked faintly, but said nothing, letting the silence hang.

Angel fumbled for an excuse, desperate to bury what she was really feeling. "I mean—what do you expect me to think, huh? You just—you just shove my hand there and then act all cool about it. You're ridiculous."

Her voice cracked at the end, and she immediately turned her head away, hiding her red face. "Stupid… stupid Xavier…" she muttered under her breath, hugging herself tighter.

Xavier finally leaned forward, eyes locked on hers, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

"You're this flustered just from touching it once," he said, voice low, almost amused. "Makes me wonder how you'd react when you actually see it."

Angel's breath caught, her face snapping toward him. "D-Don't—!"

He didn't stop. "Or when you taste it. When you suck it down and feel how deep it goes. When you're on top of me, riding it until you can't breathe."

Her entire body stiffened, her arms wrapping around herself as though she could shield her burning skin from his words. "Shut up!" she blurted, but her voice cracked halfway through, betraying the chaos inside her.

Xavier smirked wider, tilting his head as if studying her. "You were the one begging me last night. Wanting me to fuck you before you passed out." He paused, his tone flattening into something steadier, sharper. "But seeing you now… your cute, innocent reaction says it all. You're not ready for it. Not yet."

Angel's lips parted, but no words came out. Her throat was dry, her mind a blur. Embarrassment, frustration, and something deeper—all tangled in the pit of her stomach.

Angel's nails dug into her palms as she clenched her fists tight against her lap, her face burning red. "I–I'm not innocent!" she snapped, the words spilling out sharper than she intended. Her voice trembled, caught between anger and shame. "Don't you dare look down on me like that."

Her chest rose and fell, breaths uneven, eyes glistening as she tried to hold his gaze but faltered, looking away at the last second. "I knew what I was saying last night. I wasn't pretending. I wasn't playing some stupid game." Her tone cracked again, but she forced herself to go on, almost choking on her own stubbornness. "So don't… don't act like I'm some clueless little girl who doesn't know what she wants."

But under the weight of her defiance was something else—something raw. Her pride stung at being called "not ready," but deeper still was the fear he might truly mean it, that maybe he didn't see her as a woman at all.

Her lips quivered as she muttered, softer now, almost to herself, "I hate that you think that about me…"

Xavier leaned back against the headboard, one arm resting lazily behind his head, his smirk sharp and cutting. "Not innocent, huh?" His eyes raked over her, unhurried, deliberate, as if he was weighing every word she just threw at him. "Then prove it."

Angel's breath hitched, her nails pressing harder into her palms.

He tilted his head slightly, gaze locked on her flustered face. "You say you knew what you wanted. You say you weren't playing." His voice dropped lower, teasing, almost daring. "Then show me. Don't just throw words around like a kid desperate to be treated like an adult. If you're so sure… act like it."

A faint chuckle slipped from him, dark and amused. "But I bet you won't. Because deep down, you know I was right. Your reaction says everything. One little touch and you couldn't even keep it together."

His smirk widened, eyes glinting with challenge. "So what's it gonna be, Angel? Keep pouting and hiding behind your pride? Or prove me wrong?"

"How…?" She finally asked.

"Hmm~" Xavier hummed in amusement. "How about sucking my dick?"