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I don’t know how long we stayed tangled in each other. Time seemed to lose meaning in Kayde’s arms. But eventually, he carried me into the massive bathroom and ran us a bath. He lowered both of us into the warm, scented water and settled me between his legs with my back against his chest.
His hands were gentle as he washed me, warm palms sliding over my shoulders, breasts, and between my thighs with slow, soothing strokes. And I melted against him, eyes half-closed as I let the hot water ease the blissful ache in my body.
“You were perfect,” he murmured against my ear, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You took everything I gave you so beautifully.”
I blushed, too tired and sated to respond with words. After the bath, Kayde wrapped me in a soft robe and told me to get dressed.
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