Page 133 of Savage Empire

Finding our bed empty, I silently thank God that the doorway to the bathroom ensuite is lit. Keeping my steps quiet, I make my way to the closet. I exchange my suit for a pair of black sweatpants, already feeling my cock stir with anticipation. The memory of what we tried to start earlier has been on my mind for hours, and I intend to finish it now.

Though I want to let myself into the bathroom and feast my eyes upon my fiancée without warning, I don’t. I do the proper thing and knock first. Fingers rapping against the door twice, I listen closely for a response.

“Apollo?” she calls out softly. “That you?”

“Yes.”

She hesitates. Until:

“You can come in.”

I don’t need to be invited twice. I open the door and steamy air hits my face as the sweet smell of vanilla fills my nose. My eyes find the bath in an instant, Rayna’s head floating above the water. Her hair is pulled up into a bun, little black and blonde pieces spilling out of the top. Her face is flushed from the warmth of her bath, and I realize quickly that she hasn’t added any bubbles in the water. I can seeeverything.

“Enjoying yourself, love?” I ask, voice dropping an octave.

“If you mentioned the bathtub when you asked me to marry you, I might have said yes faster,” she jokes, looking positively blissful.

“I would have mentioned it if I’d known you would let me look at you while you’re in it.” I tilt my head, stepping closer to get an even clearer view.

“Enjoy it while you can,” Rayna suggests, lips twitching. “You’re not going to be able to see as much once you fulfill your obligation to put a baby in me. I’ll be round and swollen and probably speckled with stretch marks.”

My cock jumps, seeing a flash of the picture she’s painting. “Trust me, love. When I put a baby in you, it won’t be out of obligation. And the view…will be just as tempting. If not more so.”

I watch her throat bob and her eyes become heavily lidded. She likes the thought as much as I do.

“Are you feeling tired,micina?” I ask, tipping my head down at her. “You’ve had such a long day.”

“Not tired at all,” she admits, her eyes shamelessly scanning my bare chest. “I feel kind of restless, honestly.”

“Would you like help with that?”

Her breath catches, her breasts lifting just above the water before falling back down. She’s glistening under the fluorescent lights, and I love that she’s not hiding from me. She doesn’t care that I have a full view of every intimate part of her. In fact, she likes it.

She likes that I can see her pretty little pussy tucked between her thighs, and the swell of her breasts floating softly under the water. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve already had her, that she doesn’t try and cover up. But either way, her confidence in her appearance makes me fucking hard.

“How would you help?” she rasps, catching her bottom lip with her teeth. “I’m quite comfortable in my bath, you know.”

“Drain half of the water, and I’ll show you.”

Rayna gives me a contemplative glance. “Won’t I get cold?”

“Do you think you’ll be cold with my fingers in your hot little cunt?”

“Draining half the water it is,” she quips, leaning forward to pull the stopper. Her tits bouncing enough to draw my eye. I want to squeeze them and sink my teeth into their softness.

I’ve been with other women plenty of times before. All of them a means to an end, to blow off steam. I wasn’t selfish with them, but not a single one of them allured me the way Rayna does. Her body draws me in, calling me to worship it. And her face…her face was fucking carved in the likeness of a goddess. She can yell at me and moan my name, and both of those acts make me want to pull her closer.

I don’t wait for the water to sink to my desired level before I’m on her level, knees softly denting the bath mat on the floor.

“Are you just going to stare at me?” she asks, almost breathless.

“I’m deciding something,” I reply, hands curling around the edge of the tub. “Where should I start, hmm? With my tongue on your pretty tits or my teeth sinking into your soft little neck?”

“I thought you liked to be in control and call the shots,” she sasses, the sweetest flush on her cheeks. She’s able to maintain some of her attitude when she’s like this, but it doesn’t last long. Her desire for pleasure far outweighs her desire to smart-mouth me.

Leaning down, I palm her breast hard, and press my lips against the side of her throat. “I was pondering out loud, love, not asking for your input.”

She shivers, feeling my words dance against her skin. I relish the reaction, opening wide to tease her neck with my teeth. Goosebumps rise, peppering down her neck and all the way to her arms. She’s so fucking soft and sensitive, I can’t get enough of it.