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“But they’re surrounded by plants?”I remind him, and he rolls his eyes, reaching for me.
Dion wraps his arms around me from behind.“Thank you,” he whispers.“For understanding.For caring.”
I lean back into him, feeling our bond radiate through our contact as the heat of his chest seeps into my back.
“Always,” I promise.
The graveyard is silent, except for the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds.
“Come on, we should head back.The sun will be down soon, and we should shower before dinner,” Dion whispers, kissing my cheek.
Chapter 41
The waters warmth seeps into my bones as I lower myselfinto the bath in front of Dion.The room is filled with steam, tendrils of vapor dancing like spirits over the surface, weaving us into a secluded world where only we exist.
“Your hands are cold,” he notes, his voice echoing slightly against the tiled walls, as he captures them within his own.His fingers lace with mine, gently tugging me closer.
“Because I’m cold.Now open your legs,” I respond, shifting closer until my back rests against his chest.
“I should be the one telling you that,” he purrs, his nose skimming along the column of my neck.I laze against him, and I can feel the solidness of him.His breathing is a steady rhythm that seems to sync with the pulsing of my heart—a drumbeat of life, one I can’t wait to start with Dion.
Dion snatches up the loofah, saturating it with fragrant soap before he washes me with an addictive, focused intensity.He is particularly engrossed with my breasts, his fingers tracing circles around them with the soapy sponge.“I swear, Dion, if you scrub them any harder, you’ll rub the damn skin off,” I breathlessly jest, the sensation teetering between pleasure andticklish.
He simply chuckles in response, a low, husky sound that sends shivers down my spine.His reply comes not in words but in action.His strong hand cups my chin, tilting my face upward toward his own, his head dipping down to mine.
Our eyes lock for a heated moment, creating tension so palpable it can be cut with a knife.His lips finally meet mine in an intoxicating collision.It’s a touch as soft as a butterfly’s wing, yet heavy with unspoken promises.
I melt into the kiss, and a cascade of thoughts rushes through me, a river breaking its banks.His hands are rough yet tender on my bare skin, tracing paths like fire trails that leave me burning for more.
Each curve of my body is a playground for Dion’s exploring fingers, stoking our mutual desires higher and hotter until they feel nearly combustible.The way he touches me isn’t just sensual, it’s primal, it’s territorial, marking every inch of me as his and his alone.
His heart beats against my back, the steady rhythm matching my own.I am lost in the moment; the steam surrounding us like a veil, creating a world that only exists for us.
As his fingers trace the curve of my hip, I ache for more.I moan softly, my body responding to his touch.
I can feel his erection pressing against me, a silent plea for more.Our desire is outrageous, our need for each other a fire that refuses to be tamed.It courses through my veins, a burning sensation I’ve never known before.
As his hands venture further down my body, the heat radiates from his skin, merging with the water’s warmth.
My breath hitches as his fingers trace a path down my stomach, teasing me with every touch.I arch my back, offering myself to him completely.His hands cup my hips, pulling me closer, and I can feel the evidence of his desire against my thighs.
I reach behind me, grasping his erection.He growls low in his throat; the sound sends a shiver down my spine.
With a gentle touch, he moves my legs apart, lifting meslightly so he can turn me to face him.My legs straddle him, and he positions himself between them.I tremble with anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest.He enters me slowly.Dion’s every touch sets my heart racing, every caress pushing me closer to the edge.
I cling to him, arching my back, my nails digging into his broad shoulders.
His thrusts are deep and slow, each one causing me to whimper in pleasure.I can feel his erection pulsing inside me.My breath catches in my throat, and I moan softly, unable to hold the flood of emotions coursing through me.
Time stands still as we lose ourselves in this moment.
As he speeds up, his movements become harder and more urgent.I can feel the heat building up within me, ready to explode.I cry out his name, my voice echoing against the tiled walls, lost in the haze of pleasure.
With each thrust, my body responds, eagerly meeting his every move.
“You feel so good, Dion,” I moan, my voice barely audible over the pulsing of our hearts and the steamy hiss of the bath.His touch is like a drug, and I’m addicted.
His lips find mine, his tongue exploring mine with the same intensity as his body.
