"What troubles you, my dear?I've seen you before; we've shared intimate moments.Come here, lovely girl, let me embrace you once more.You belong to me," Krevan reassured, reaching out to guide her into the tub.His hands were warm and reassuring.She settled down across from him.The tub was spacious, easily accommodating someone of Krevan's size, leaving ample space for them to relax.
He inched closer, pressing his lips to her rosy nipples, sending a thrilling sensation through her body.The tub filled steadily with warm water, and as it reached the top of her full breasts, he switched it off.The warmth was soothing, and the fragrant bubbles provided a modest cover for her exposed skin.
For several minutes Krevan simply stared at Ancelin, as if imprinting every line of her face into his memory.She felt her cheeks warm under his intense scrutiny.Her long hair, damp from the bath, clung to her back.“Everything about you is beautiful,” he murmured.Lifting a handful of her wet hair, he let his fingers wander through the silky strands.“You’re even more radiant wrapped in fragrant bubbles.Your creamy skin flushes pink with every blush,” he whispered.“I feel so possessive of you, so protective.I’ve never felt like this before.I love how it feels.”
With a swift motion, he swept her up and settled her on his lap.His arousal pressed against her bottom and the curve of her back, and she leaned back against him.Krevan brushed her hair aside and kissed beneath it, trailing soft lips down to her shoulder.Ancelin trembled under his tender ministrations.His hands found her nipples, coaxing and fondling them, then wrapped around her full breasts, massaging them as his kisses traveled along her neck and shoulders.When he finally bit her shoulder and lavished the spot with his tongue, she drifted into a euphoric haze.Her pussy tightened with need; her breasts still tender from his loving caresses.Each touch made her womb quiver, desperate for only him.
Though her thoughts floated in a heady fog and she had his full attention, Ancelin forced herself to speak.She needed answers—why had he gone to Hellgate?“Krevan, can we talk for a moment?”
“Now?”he groaned.
She offered him a small, reassuring smile and a nod.
“What is it, love?”
Her voice trembled.“Are your parents still alive?”
He paused, his breath catching as he traced her lower lip with his thumb."Can't your questions wait?"His voice dropped to a ragged whisper against her neck."I'm burning for you."When he claimed her mouth again, she felt the tremor in his hands as they cradled her face, but she reluctantly broke the kiss."Please, Krevan.There are things I need to know."
He pulled her against his chest with sudden urgency, his breath hot against her neck as he silenced her question with his mouth.She arched involuntarily, a small sound escaping her throat."Yes, they're alive," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with need."But right now—" His lips traced a burning path down her shoulder, his fingers digging into her hips."God, Ancelin," he whispered, his eyes darkening as they swept over her."I need to taste every inch of you.Everything else can wait."
Determined, Ancelin slipped her hand down his muscular thigh.“Do you have siblings?”
Krevan groaned again.“Yes—five sisters, three brothers, and I’m the oldest.”He placed a featherlight kiss on her cheek.
Even as pleasure coursed through her body, Ancelin couldn't quiet her curiosity."Before Hellgate—what was your profession?"she whispered, shifting against him, the curve of her backside finding his arousal.
"I practiced medicine," he murmured, teeth grazing her shoulder."And I'll need medical attention myself if this interrogation continues."His mouth closed gently on her skin.Ancelin gasped, her body responding instantly to his touch.
The sting of his teeth sent a peculiar thrill through her, emboldening her."What kind of medicine did you practice?"she managed between shallow breaths, refusing to be distracted.
"Medical doctor.I was a surgeon.I specialized in organ replacement and highly intricate procedures."Each syllable fell from his lips like ice; his voice stripped of warmth.
"So, you're Dr.Krevan Vallex?"
"Once.Not anymore."His teeth grazed her earlobe."And you, Ancelin—" his breath hot against her neck — “your curves press against me in ways that make it difficult to focus on this conversation.Must we continue this now?"Ancelin turned to meet his mouth with hers, and the world tilted beneath her.
His fingers traced dangerous patterns between her thighs.She shifted on his lap, catching his gaze.
"That's..."she whispered, words failing as pleasure bloomed.Emboldened, she reached beneath the bubbles to grasp him, her touch deliberate.His eyes transformed into liquid mercury—the same unsettling gleam she'd witnessed during the tornado.Her hand moved with measured strokes, pausing at the raised ridges that marked him as different.His sharp intake of breath and guttural sound vibrated through her.
He gripped the tub's edge, knuckles whitening.Their eyes locked in silent challenge as she continued her rhythmic movements.Tension radiated from him—barely contained power that should have frightened her.Between strokes, she asked quietly, "Why were you sent to Hellgate?"
"A patient died under my care," he answered, his words sharp as surgical steel.
"I'm sorry."Ancelin's fingers froze against his skin.She turned in the water, repositioning herself across his lap to face him.The hard length of him pressed hot against her belly as she leaned in.She dragged her nipples deliberately across his chest and brushed her mouth over his—offering comfort that was also invitation.A surgical complication, perhaps, she reasoned silently.Some unavoidable tragedy in the operating room.
"Is Triaxe always so unforgiving of medical accidents?"she murmured against his lips.His hands gripped her hips, fingers pressing deep as he pulled her against him with a hunger that bordered on desperation.
"This conversation..."His voice trailed off as his mouth found the pulse at her throat."Can we finish it later?"
"Yes."The word caught in her throat.
"Come closer," he murmured, his voice rough like stone against silk.She rose on her knees, guiding him to her entrance, then sank down with deliberate slowness.His jaw clenched, muscles tightening beneath her fingertips.
"Is this what you want?"she asked, moving with careful precision, watching his expression change with each subtle shift of her hips.
"I've never—" He inhaled sharply."This slow burn...I'm fighting to hold back.To savor what you're giving me."His hands trembled against her skin."You're unraveling me."
