“Hell, yes.”
I lift her again, and she grins at me as I carry her through the door. Nerves twist my intestines into knots as Ava stares at the setup.
Warm light dances across her face, dozens of candles scattered across the room on every available surface. The bathtub is full, copious amount of bubbles floating as steam rises in lazy curls, and I lean in to turn off the water. Ava gapes at me, her hazel eyes shimmering.
“Bastien, this is…,”
“Exactly what you deserve,” I interrupt her. “Every damned day.”
And it’s what you’ll get if I have any say in it, love.
I never thought I’d get so much pleasure from caring for another person. But it thrills me when Ava sinks into the hot water, a groan spilling from her lips as she relaxes against the porcelain tub.
Picking up the soft washcloth, I lift her arms and start smoothing down her skin with long, sure strokes. She watches me, her eyes flickering with the flames around us.
“Don’t talk,” I coax her. “Just enjoy it, baby.”
I stroke the cloth carefully over the taut steel of her belly. She’s a goddamned miracle, carrying two lives inside her.
“I can’t wait to meet them,” I admit, and her eyes meet mine, lips lifting in a smile. “Me neither.”
I continue my slow exploration of her body, washing her legs and feet before moving up to her chest, carefully avoiding her sensitive areas as she closes her eyes with a sigh. I pay particular attention to the noises she makes as I learn the soft curves and contours of her body, the soft murmurs and hitches in her breath telling me what she likes.
I try to ignore the growing hardness in my pants as her little pants and mewls slowly drive me fucking wild.
Shit, I did not think this through. I’m so hard I think I might actually burst.
When I dip the cloth to wash her sex, her legs part for me and she lets out the sexiest whine I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, baby,” I croak. “You’re not making this easy on me.”
She grabs my hand and pulls the washcloth away, pulling my hands to the hot slick I can feel even with the water floating around her. I squeeze my eyes shut with a groan.
“Touch me,” she implores. “Please, Bastien. I feelempty.”
This definitely wasn’t my intention, but I’m helpless to resist her pleading.
My fingers slide through her slippery folds, and I dip a finger into her heat, testing how wet she is. We both hiss as my finger slides in easily, and I add another, sliding them in and out as her back arches.
“So wet for me,” I coax her. “Aren’t you, baby? Do you need to come?”
“Oh, god.” Whimpering, she tries to close her legs, but my hand shoots out. “You wanted to play,” I murmur, holding her legs open. “You’re not leaving this bath until you come all over my hand, sweetness.”
She keens, throwing her head back as I add my thumb to the mix, sinking my fingers to the hilt and pressing my thumb directly against her clit, circling it lightly before pressing down and rubbing it. “Fuck, Bastien!”
“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Moan for me, Ava. Show me those beautiful sounds you make when you’re riding my fingers.”
Her sounds rise, her ragged breath and moans growing louder. Satisfaction runs through me at her cries. I want her breathless, boneless, shaking underneath me as I sink into her.
I scrape the edge of my nail over her clit and she sits up, her hands flying to my arm as her cunt clamps around my fingers. “Such a good girl,” I praise her, and she clenches again, fluttering around me.
My voice is dark with satisfaction. If I was an alpha, I’d be fucking purring right now at the way my omega shatters on my hand, screaming her release. When my fingers slide free, I trace them up her body, petting her damp skin as she catches her breath.
“I think I’m clean now,” she pants. “Time for bed?”
I bite back a smirk at the hope in her tone, and lean over to lift her out, grabbing a white fluffy towel from the stock I’ve prepared just for her.
I spread it out on the bed and lay her down, peeling off my wet shirt and throwing it aside. Her eyes sit at half-mast as she scans my body, and damn if her look isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My chest puffs out at her appreciation, a peacock preening for its mate.
