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She’s still asleep as I leave her behind for a while, preparing the bathroom and bathtub. She needs to get washed properly, and I’ll make sure she gets nice and clean.
I dim the lights and grab a few candles, placing them around the room before lighting them. The small flames bring a soothing tenderness, and suddenly I feel butterflies moving around in my stomach. I hope she’ll love it, and I hope she’llfeel loved.
I put some strawberry soap in the water and the smell fills the room within seconds, a sweet scent that feels like an embraceand adds to the soft atmosphere. Dipping my fingers into the water, I make sure the temperature is perfectly set.
It’s with quick steps I move into the library I built just for her and reach for a pink book, one of her favorites. I haven’t read it yet, but based on the description I know it has to do with pirates. Of course that’s one of her favorites, my little free-spirited soul.
I place the book on the corner of the bathtub before moving into the kitchen. I don’t want her to get drunk, but I know her favorite drink is sex on the beach,so of course I have to make one for her.
Moving around the kitchen like a fool who can’t stop smiling, I pour everything into a fancy glass before adding a cherry on top and adding a pink straw as a finish.
Entering her bedroomagain, she’s still asleep, curled into a ball in the corner of the bed.The sight only brings another smile to my lips. I walk closer, quietly, not wanting to wake her up just yet. I watch her instead, moving the hair out of her face to see more of the sleeping beauty in front of me.
Suddenly, my heart feels warmer in a way I would never admit out loud. She brings softness to me in a way she’ll never understand.
I reach forward and pick her up into my arms, taking her with me into the bathroom. As she wakes up, her eyes slowly opening as they dart around and not understanding what’s happening.
“I’m here with you, babydoll. I’m going to wash you off, and you’ll get to relax. Okay?”
“Is... Is this all for me?” she asks, resting her head against my shoulder. I see the small blush on her face, and before I can stop it, I’m blushing too.
I want to claim her in every way possible. Not only through sex, but in a way that will make my love addicting to her. In a way that would make some call me insane.
“Why would you show that kind of mercy and vulnerability to awoman?”I can hear the voices of insecure men already. Sadly, those men will never feel the rush of a woman choosing you over and over again. And for Anastasia, I will gladly fall to my knees.
Letting her down, the warm water surrounds her and bubbles cover her body gently. A low moan escapesher.
“Is it too hot?” I ask in worry.
“No, sir. It’s perfect,” she says, rolling her head, her neck cracking, and the sound makes me shiver.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Crack your neck. The sound makes me worry.”
“It’s fine.”
“I don’t want you accidentally dying because you cracked your neck too hard,” I say as I lean against the sink, watching her in awe.
A small laugh escapes her then, and I swear I feel my heart grow three sizes larger.
She watches me, staring into my eyes so deeply I feel her see into my soul. It makes me feel exposed, but I don’t tear my eyes from her. Instead, I let her see me, hoping she’ll see enough to not seehim.
“Are you not gonna get dressed?” she asks suddenly, making a low chuckle break through me in shock.
“Do you not like me like this, baby? Naked and exposed, only for you?”
“I do, sir.” She smiles, and instantly I soften. “Is this for me?” she asks, breaking the silence again and pointing towards the drink.
“Yes, both the book and the drink.” I say, scratching the back of my head nervously.
“They’re my favorites.”
I don’t answer. Instead, I give her a knowing look. I move closer before lowering myself to her eye level, but I don’t join her in the bathtub. This is for her, not me.
