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Tentatively, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. His reaction was immediate—his eyes fluttered closed, and a soft groan escaped his lips. The sound emboldened me. I began to move my hand up and down, feeling the silky smoothness of his skin over the hard length beneath.

Keaton's breathing grew heavier, each exhale accompanied by a low growl of pleasure. His hand gripped the edge of the tub as if anchoring himself against the sensations I was creating. Watching him respond to my touch ignited a fire within me; I wanted to see him lose control.

I increased the pace, my hand moving more confidently now. Keaton's hips began to thrust in time with my strokes, his head falling back as he let out another guttural moan. The sight of him like this—vulnerable and consumed by desire—was intoxicating.

"Fuck, Elodie," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice strained with pleasure.

I leaned in closer, pressing soft kisses along his jawline and down his neck as I continued to work him with my hand. His free hand found its way into my hair, tangling in the strands as he pulled me closer still.

"You feel so good," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot on my skin.

I could feel him growing even harder under my touch, his body tensing as he approached the edge. The knowledge that I was bringing him to this point filled me with a heady sense of power and connection.

Keaton's grip on my hair tightened, and his hips bucked more urgently. "I'm close," he gasped out, his voice raw with need.

I quickened my pace once more, determined to push him over that final edge.

I bent my head, letting my lips brush against the tip of his cock before taking him into my mouth. The taste of him, the heat, was addicted. I hollowed my cheeks and began to suck, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I moved up and down.

Keaton’s hand tightened in my hair, guiding me with a firm grip. He thrust into my mouth with a controlled intensity that made my eyes water, but I welcomed it. I wanted to take all of him, to show him how much I needed this—needed him.

His pace quickened, his hips bucking harder as he fucked my face. Each thrust was rough and demanding, but I took it willingly, reveling in the raw power and connection between us. The water sloshed around us with each movement, adding to the chaotic symphony of sounds.

I could feel him swelling in my mouth, his breathing ragged and desperate. His groans filled the air, mingling with the splashing water and the wet sounds of my lips moving over him.

Then, with a final thrust that sent him deep into my throat, Keaton came. His release was hot and sudden, filling my mouth as he let out a guttural moan. I swallowed around him, taking everything he gave me without hesitation.

As his climax subsided, he pulled me up from the water and into a hard kiss. His lips crashed against mine with an urgency that sent shivers down my spine. The taste of him lingered on my tongue as our mouths moved together in a desperate dance.

The water splashed onto the marble floor as we clung to each other. Keaton’s hands roamed over my body, possessive and tender all at once.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you again," he whispered against my ear, his voice raw and filled with a ferocity that sent shivers down my spine. "I fucking promise, babes. I'm going to take care of you for the rest of my fucking life."

For the first time in a long while, I believed it. Keaton’s hands moved gently over my skin, his touch reverent and careful now, as if he was afraid I might break.

The warmth of the bathwater enveloped us both, creating a small world where nothing else mattered but this moment. His eyes met mine, blue and intense, searching for something in my gaze that I knew he found. I felt safe—truly safe—in his arms.

He pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine with a possessive tenderness that made my heart race. His lips found their way back to mine, capturing them in a kiss that was both fierce and tender.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, wrapped in each other's embrace. His hands continued their gentle exploration of my body, each touch reassuring me of his vow. I leaned into him, letting the tension of the past few days melt away under his care.

"You're everything to me now," he murmured against my lips between kisses. "I won't let anyone take you away from me."

As we held each other in the warm bathwater, I let myself imagine a future where I wasn't alone anymore—a future where Keaton's promise held true. And for the first time in a long time, hope didn't feel like a distant dream but something tangible and within reach.

In that moment, surrounded by warmth and Keaton's unwavering presence, I knew one thing for certain: I was no longer alone in this fight.

And maybe—just maybe—he felt the same way.

Chapter 30

Keaton

The summer rain had been a gentle drizzle, now it soaked into the earth, making everything smell fresh and alive. The drops fell with a quiet persistence, almost like a whisper, filling the silence.

I stared at my mother’s grave. It stood out among the others, an elaborate monument of polished marble and delicate carvings. An angel with outstretched wings hovered over her name, engraved in gold letters. Fresh roses lay at its base, their petals vibrant against the stone.

I hadn’t been here in years. Each visit felt like an intrusion, like I didn’t have the right to stand before her resting place. My life had been dictated by my father’s demands and expectations; visiting her seemed like a rebellion against everything he stood for even though I knew he mourned her loss even more than I did.

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