Page 18 of Blossom in Shadows

He leaves bubbles in the wake of the sponge, his eyes intent and hungry as he follows the path of his hands with his gaze. I shiver under the warm water because of how damn good it feels.

Elio drops to his knees, no words spoken because it could pop this bubble of contentment which flows from his hands and through my soul. He washes me slowly, turning me with a grip on my hips and does the same for my back.

When I’m clean, I expect him to stand, but he maneuvers me into the water and rinses me. He stays on his knees as he pushes me against the wall of the shower, knee walking to close the distance between us. I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face so I can take him in.

Right now, he looks so soft, so content. He looks nothing like the anger fueled man who ripped his belt from his pants last night and left welts across my ass because another man touched me. I don’t know which version I like more.

This man on his knees before me, soft and kind, or the man who claimed with force, powerful and demonic sin.

Can I have both? Will they make me combust to only leave behind a pile of ashes?

His large hands run up and down my legs, exploring the silky expanse of my skin and getting closer to the valley between my legs with every pass. He stares at my pussy and licks his lips like a predator.

I whisper, “What are you doing, Elio?”

When his hazel eyes rise to meet mine, the predator is peeking out at me, a hint of the man who dominated me last night. My legs part without him directing me to. His grin is feral when it tips up his lips.

“That’s a good girl,Reginetta,” he rumbles.

As he lifts my right leg gently and positions it over his shoulder, I try and scramble to find purchase on the slick wall behind me. He brings his face closer to my pussy, his nose running up and down my slit, but barely making contact. When he sucks in a large lungful of air, he rumbles out a satisfied sound right before his tongue swipes between my folds and collects my arousal.

I know I’m soaked for him, I always am. I wouldn’t do anything to stop it even if I could. He makes me a wet mess of need and desire. It’s the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, the way he keeps me on my toes and has me questioning what I thought I wanted out of life.

He laps at my wet flesh, eating me out, and slurping as if I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. When he sucks my clit between his lips, my fingers grip his hair and I grind down against his mouth, his large hands holding my hips and making sure I don’t fall.

I moan, “Elio, please.”

When I look down my body, he’s already looking at me, a command in his eyes which I understand without words. He growls around my clit, sending delicious vibrations throughout my entire body. My hips flex in his hold as he releases my clit and spears my entrance with his tongue.

He groans, the sound battling the falling water and rising above it. He fucks me with his tongue until I’m shaking, needing his words, his command to tip me over the edge. I’m held on a knife’s edge, teetering, begging to fall over and feel the bliss he can provide for me.

After he pulls his tongue from my pussy, he uses the tip to toy with my clit and I let out gasping moans, begging without words for what I need. What I crave.

“Come for me, my queen,” he speaks against my clit before he sucks it into his mouth.

My muscles tighten, his words shoving me over the edge as everything fades to nothing around me as I come hard. I float in a void where light is sound as it pulses around me. The only thing grounding me is the feeling of Elio’s mouth against my pussy as he laps up my juices.

When the world rushes back into place, I suck in a breath, my body boneless. I was always powerless against him. It was inevitable from the moment I saw him.

My leg falls from his shoulder, and he moves quickly to stop it from coming down too hard. The action is so damn sweet and simple, but it puts a smile on my face, one I’m barely aware of.

Elio stands slowly before he cradles me against his chest, rubbing his hands over my skin and whispering, “So beautiful,Reginetta. I could watch you come over and over and never get tired of it.”

“My king,” I murmur, and he stills for a second, a satisfied sound coming from deep in his chest as if he has a beast locked away there.

When he scoops me up, he carries me in his arms, turns off the water and strides from the shower. Once out of the shower, he sets me on my feet again and is quick to wrap a towel around me, my senses coming back slowly. I’m able to dry myself off, giving him a soft smile when he chuckles, and I blush.

“I want you to move in here, Zinnia,” there’s a hardness to Elio’s voice, as if he won’t be taking no for an answer.

I blink at him, part of my mind still floating in pleasure and not understanding his words. “What?”

His arms wrap around me, his eyes intense as he stares down at me. “Move in. I want you here where I know you’re safe. I need to know you’re safe.”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” I try and deflect.

His eyes harden as he slowly shakes his head. “It wasn’t really a question. You’re moving in here.”

I suck in a sharp breath and everything in me screams to run, but my feet stay rooted in place. If I ran, he would chase me. He would find me.

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