Tears pricked my eyes.
I kissed him, softly at first, then deeper, pouring every ounce of my heart into that kiss. His hand cupped my cheek, his other still holding me steady against him, as if afraid I’d vanish.
It started innocently enough— a bath, a gentle exchange of care. But as the water grew warmer, so did our desires unravel. The glances lingered longer, breath caught, and soon, hands wandered with purpose. Intimacy bloomed between the drops.
When we finally pulled away, both breathless, he smiled.
“See? I told you baths are good for the soul.”
I laughed shakily, hiding my face in his chest. He chuckled too, kissing the top of my head before whispering,
“Now let’s get you dressed, kitten. My men already brought your things. Your closet’s waiting.”
He carried me towards my ne
