Page 98 of Misconducts & Temptation

Gently, he helped me step into the tub. The hot water embraced me immediately, soothing muscles I hadn’t realized were tense. I sank into the tub’s welcoming depths, feeling the heat seep into my bones and wash away the remnants of fear and pain.

Keaton didn’t look away as he began to undress himself. His eyes stayed locked on mine while he removed his clothes with the same deliberate care he'd shown me. Piece by piece, his strong and sculpted body was revealed, each movement exuding an effortless grace that seemed at odds with his usual intensity.

When he was finally naked, Keaton stepped into the tub behind me. He lowered himself into the water with ease until his body pressed gently against mine. The warmth of his skin mingled with the heat of the bath, creating a cocoon of comfort around us.

I leaned back against him, feeling his steady heartbeat against my back. For once in my life, I felt safe—truly safe—in his arms.

Keaton’s hands were gentle but firm as he washed my back. The soft bristles of the sponge moved in slow, soothing circles, each stroke easing away the tension that had coiled within me for far too long. The warm water lapped at my skin, and I felt myself relax against him, letting go of the worries and fears that had plagued me.

The sensation of his hands moving over my skin was almost hypnotic. He worked methodically, washing away not just the grime of the night but the remnants of my past. Each touch was a promise, a silent vow that I wasn’t alone anymore.

“It feels good,” I murmured, my voice barely audible above the gentle splash of water.

Keaton didn’t respond with words; he didn’t need to.

As he finished washing my back, his hands transitioned seamlessly into a massage. His fingers kneaded the knots in my muscles with practiced ease, each movement deliberate and controlled.

A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, the sound reverberating in the quiet bathroom. Keaton’s touch was like magic, his fingers finding every tense spot and working it until it melted away under his skilled ministrations. My body responded instinctively to his touch, leaning into him as he continued to massage me.

His hands roamed over my shoulders and down my spine, coaxing out the tension that had settled deep within me. Every stroke brought a new wave of relief, and I found myself lost in the sensation, floating in a sea of warmth and comfort.

Then his hands began to wander further, exploring every piece of me. His touch was light at first, almost tentative, as if seeking permission before delving deeper. My breath hitched as his fingers traced along my sides and then moved lower.

My body responded before my mind could catch up. I instinctively spread my legs, granting him access. Keaton’s fingers moved with an assured confidence, finding my clit with a precision that sent jolts of electricity through me.

A soft gasp escaped my lips as his touch ignited a fire within me. My head fell back onto his shoulder, surrendering to the sensations he elicited with each stroke. His other hand found its way to my breast, his fingers expertly fondling my nipple.

I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped, the sound raw and unfiltered. Keaton’s breath was warm against my ear, his fingers continuing their relentless dance over my clit, building a rhythm that had me arching into him.

His hand on my breast squeezed gently, sending another wave of pleasure through me. I felt myself melting into his touch, the world outside the bathroom fading into oblivion.

I could feel his heart beating against my back, steady and strong, grounding me even as he pushed me closer to the edge.

Keaton’s hands moved over my body with an intensity that made my breath hitch. His fingers teased and coaxed, building a rhythm that had me teetering on the edge. His lips brushed against my ear, his voice a low, possessive growl.

“You’re mine, Elodie,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “No one else gets to touch you like this.”

I could feel his cock pressing hard against my back. The heat of the water seemed to amplify every sensation, making each touch and whisper feel like fire on my skin.

“Do you understand?” he continued, his voice rough with desire. “You belong to me.”

I nodded, unable to form words as his fingers worked their magic between my legs. My body arched into him, seeking more of his touch, more of the pleasure he was giving me. Keaton’s lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, and he began to suck gently at first, then harder as if claiming me with each pull.

The combination of his fingers on my clit and his mouth on my neck sent me spiraling closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building within me, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like I would explode.

“Come for me, Elodie,” he murmured against my skin, his voice both commanding and tender. “Be a good girl and come for your husband.”

With a final flick of his fingers and a hard suck on my neck, I shattered. My body convulsed with the force of my orgasm, pleasure rippling through me in waves that left me gasping for breath. Keaton’s hand never wavered, continuing its relentless rhythm as I rode out the intense climax.

My head fell back onto his shoulder, and I let out a soft moan as the last tremors of pleasure coursed through me. Keaton’s mouth moved from my neck to press a gentle kiss to my temple.

“You’re mine,” he repeated softly, his voice filled with a possessive tenderness that sent shivers down my spine.

As the waves of my climax subsided, I felt my breath slowly return to normal. The warmth of the water, coupled with Keaton's presence, created a cocoon of safety and comfort. I turned to look at him, meeting his intense gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, his lips slightly parted.

"You look so fucking beautiful," he said in a low, raspy voice that sent a shiver down my spine.

I noticed his cock jutting proudly from the water, hard and ready. My pulse quickened at the sight. I wanted to please him, to bring him the same pleasure he had just given me.

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