Xavier stayed put, boots crunching on scattered rubble, eyes locked on Reva. The ruins around them swallowed sound, but every heartbeat, every shallow breath, felt loud enough to echo off the charred walls.

Reva stepped forward, slow on purpose, as if testing the space between them. Her gaze never left him, and for a second, Xavier felt that familiar flicker of thrill — that dangerous mix of irritation and something darker that made him hard "You think you can just waltz in here, huh?" she said, voice low, almost taunting. "I could've left you stranded in this hellhole. But no — you always show up. What if I just snt you a fake address to mess with you?"

"And yet… you are here." Xavier smirked, letting the corner of his mouth curl, not moving an inch. "You'd be bored if I didn't." His voice had that casual edge, but underneath, every fiber of him was alive. He shifted his weight subtly, coiling like a spring. "But I didn't come here to play. You set the stage, now let's see the act."

Reva's eyes glimmered, a spark that promised chaos. She started circling him, slow, fluid, always keeping him in her periphery. "Act, huh? Funny… you always say that, but never stick to the script. You improvise too much."

"Like you improvise your moans when you call my name?" Xavier mirrored her movement, circling at a distance, calculating. The wind carried the scent of smoke and rust, the faint tang of ash, and he could feel it heightening his senses. Every loose board, every jagged edge of metal, every shadow became part of the battlefield… or whatever it was.

"You've got balls, I'll give you that," Reva said, tilting her head, lips curling. "Coming here like you will be fine. Do you even know what you're walking into?"

"I have got something else between my balls too, something you absolutely love." Xavier's eyes narrowed. "I don't need to know. I just need to know you're here." His voice dropped slightly, a sharp contrast to her teasing, charged with something harder. "And I know you are. Every trick, every trap… it doesn't matter. I'm still standing."

She stopped abruptly, close enough now that he could see the faint scar along her cheek, the tense twitch of her jaw. "Still standing," she echoed, and for a heartbeat, there was no teasing, no smirk — just the the presence of someone capable and dangerous. "Careful, Xavier. That confidence of yours… it's cute. But I've seen people getting toppled who were bigger, stronger, smarter than you."

Xavier's smirk hardened into something sharper, teeth grazing his lower lip. "I like cute. Makes it harder to hate me." His hands twitched at his sides, itching to move, to grab her, to pull her into his arms, but he held back. The dance had just begun.

The ruins around them seemed to tighten, shadows curling, dust drifting lazily in the dim light. Every step, every circle, every glance was charged, electric. It wasn't just a meeting — it was a test, a game of predator and predator, and neither of them was willing to blink first.

Reva's laugh cut through the silence, sharp and teasing, but there was an edge beneath it, a warning. "Ready to play, Xavier?"

Xavier's pulse quickened, and he let a small grin creep across his face. "Always."

Xavier and Reva closed the distance in an instant. Their boots kicked up ash and debris as they collided, not with the intent to hold back, but with the unspoken tension that had been building since the first step into the ruins.

For a heartbeat, it seemed like violence was the plan — claws, fists, teeth, all ready to shred — but then everything shifted. Their lips met, rough, demanding, electric. The shock of it made their eyes widen for a split second, then they surrendered to the pull, the taste of each other igniting something familiar.

Hands roamed with a greedy precision, pulling, tugging, exploring — each movement teasing, challenging, daring. Every scrape against metal, every crunch of rubble beneath their boots only heightened the intensity. They pressed closer, the world around them blurring into smoke, rust, and the heat radiating off their bodies.

When they finally pulled back just slightly, faces flushed, breaths mingling, the ruins felt alive with the energy they'd stirred. Xavier's grin was back, and Reva's eyes glittered with the same feral fire.

"Thought you could scare me off?" Xavier murmured, voice low and edged with amusement.

Reva only smiled, wicked and knowing, and whispered back, "Try me."

"Wanna fuck?" she purred like a whisper, dripping with teasing menace.

Xavier didn't hesitate. His answer was the force of his body slamming into hers, the ruins around them turning into nothing but background chaos. Ash and rust flew with every movement, kicked up by their boots and sliding bodies.

Reva's lips curved into that wicked grin and the second Xavier lunged, their bodies smashed together like predators. His hands didn't waste a second — grabbing her tits, squeezing hard, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Reva groaned deep and low, arching into his touch, grinding her pussy against him, which was getting wet.

Xavier pressed himself into her, his cock hard as steel against her slick folds, teasing, dragging over her clit, while Reva moaned, biting his neck, twisting her fingers in his hair. Every kiss was a claim, every moan a challenge, and they devoured each other like fire.

Xavier shoved her against a fallen beam, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist, driving deep into her wet, hot pussy. She screamed, claws digging into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks, her tits pressed to his chest, bouncing as he thrust relentlessly.

Reva's moans were loud like howls, mixing with the sounds of his balls slapping against her ass, her pussy clenching around him, squeezing, milking him with every desperate thrust. Xavier groaned, biting her nipples, feeling her tits with one hand while the other gripped her hips, pistoning in and out like a storm.

She arched back, letting out a high, ragged scream like an animal as she came first, body shivering and twitching, nails raking down his back. Xavier didn't let up — she was dripping and screaming, but he was just getting started. He pulled out, stared at her soaked, trembling pussy, and slammed back in, making her scream again, harder this time.

"Anh~ Are you~ Sure~ Amh~ yoanh~ are a human~?"

Her tits bounced, nipples hard and bruised from his grip, while her pussy clenched, sucking him in, milking his cock.

"You tell me."

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