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I couldn't think of what else to say that wouldn't embarrass me to no end, so I just sent another heart emoji. "Rif, I gotta go to bed…"
"Me too, I have things to do in the morning," he admitted. "But I hope you have sweet dreams, Zelle. Dream of me."
"I will try," I promised. "And you too. Have a good night. Think of me."
"I always do. Night."
I didn't go to bed, though.
Instead, I went down the hall, my bare feet padding on the bathroom tiles as I started to run the water in the tub.
The earthy scent of sandalwood filled the room as the oils and salts scented the bath.
Closing the door, I dimmed the lights as the candle flames sprang to life as I whispered a quick muffling charm to keep what I was doing in this room between me and the room.
It was only after this, after I was completely alone that I allowed myself to indulge in the fantasy.
I brought my hands up to my breasts, strumming my nipples, which were already hardening beneath my shirt. The silk fabric felt so good against my skin as I rolled my thumbs over them.
I inhaled sharply at the sensation, at the ache that filled the void between my legs.
Pinching lightly, I rolled the stiffened peaks between my thumb and forefingers, watching my reflection in the mirror as my eyes darkened, pupils dilating as I teased myself through my shirt.
I bit down on my bottom lip, gently holding my mouth closed so I wouldn't moan loudly and give myself away.
My right hand abandoned my breasts as I reached down between my legs, stroking myself. The pressure added something to the ache, not relief, but the promise of it.
I pulled my top off and over my head, my breasts bare beneath it. The air caused them to tighten more. Quickly, I reached for the waist fastener of my pants, shimmying them down over my hips. My panties came with them and at last I was bare.
I stuck my toe into the water, sighing as I slipped my whole leg in, situating myself at one end, the opposite end from the faucet.
Moaning softly, I lay back, submerging my breasts in the hot water.
I reached up once more to play with my nipples. The sensation caused me to press my thighs together in a desperate attempt to quell the ache.
I imagined my hands were Rifyr's. Kinden's. Sorrel's. All three.
My right hand moved down my belly, skimming across the skin between my thighs and finally settling on the cleft between them.
I slid two fingers between my folds, inhaling sharply when I found the hard little nub near the crest.
My fingers circled the nub. All the while, I pinched and plucked at my nipples with my other hand.
My breath was raw and fast. My hips were rocking gently upward.
I thought of Rifyr's eyes, his lips, his long fingers touching and stroking me.
Kinden was holding me fast to his front, and Sorrel…
Sorrel's face was buried between my thighs.
My orgasm rolled hot through my body, making my toes curl against the bottom of the tub as my thigh shook through till the end. My hips bucked into my hand at the image of all three of them pleasuring me at once.
I sighed heavily, my hands falling away. I shuddered through aftershocks, laying languidly in the bath as I came down.
I turned off the water, laying back once more as every bit of tension left my body.
Another ache filled the void left by the previous one. This one wasn't as fun either.
Wrapping my arms around my body, I cast my gaze over to the mirror. I was alone. Alone in this big bathtub. Alone in this apartment, save Basil. Alone forever.
I pushed down the feelings of loneliness and reached for a washcloth.
