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One more press against her swollen nub and I know she’ll be coming all over my hands. I shake my head and we watch each other through hooded eyes. Her’s beg me to let her have her release, while mine tell her there’s so much more to come.

I take my hand out of her panties before pulling them down her thighs. She steps out of them, and I coax her onto the edge of the bathtub I’d filled with warm water and rose petals. Her eyes glaze over the candles illuminating the bathroom before they widen when she sees that I’ve picked one up.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

She hesitates for a second on the candle in my hand before nodding.

“This isn’t a regular candle. It heats up the oil in here, and I want to massage your skin as I devour you. If you say no, we won’t use the candle.”

She bites her lip, but nods. And then, I get to work.

“Put your hands on the edge of the tub and open your legs.” She does but not enough. “More, Rani. I need you to widen up for me.”

She does as I ask, and I drop to my knees in front of her. Bringing the candle closer, I blow out the wick and look at Rani with raised brows one more time for confirmation. She nods again, both thrill and hesitation entangled in her expression.

I slowly drop the heated liquid on her thigh and she tenses, blowing out a breath. I massage it into her skin, using the pad of my thumb to move it up her thigh. “Lean back for me, baby.”

When she does, I press my nose and lips into her center. I hear the softest of moans, but I’ll forgive her just this once. Using the tip of my tongue, I roll up and down her core, laving her, tasting her. Her thigh quivers under my palms as I continue to massage the side that has the oil on it. My tongue finds her entrance and I ravish her, using my lips to suck on her in earnest.

I can see her hands clench the edge of the tub as if they’ll break it and her toes curl, begging for relief. I flatten my tongue and devour her like she’ll be my only meal for the next century. It’s when I hear her gasp and moan that I pull back from her.

She shakes her head, her eyes begging me not to stop, taking in my glistening lips. “Please,” she hisses. “Please, Darian.”

“Not a sound.” I lift a brow. “I don’t care how close you are, I’ll stop it right there.”

Her nostrils flare as her jaw clenches. She’s so pissed and aroused, she barely knows what day it is. She nods vigorously, tilting her head toward her center to encourage me back again.

I almost lose my battle with the laugh I’m holding back, but I know what’s good for me and keeping my balls intact is one of them.

Dripping more of the hot oil on her other thigh, I watch her chew on her lip, tracking it down her thigh. She’s so turned-on, she can’t decide if she likes the experience or not, but if I had to take a guess, she wouldn’t mind doing it again. Her skin turns pink from the contact of the oil but I quickly work my fingers into it, massaging her thighs with an upward movement toward her center. Keeping that movement going, I shove my face back into her dripping center. Her hips rock into me as I impale her with my tongue.

Once my hands are close to where I want them, I move my mouth to her clit and put my middle two fingers inside her. Sucking her swollen nub, I pump my fingers in and out, feeling her body contract around me.

With nothing to go by but her heavy breathing and her trembling body, I know she’s close. So fucking close. I continue thrusting my fingers inside her before I curl them, finding the spot that will have her going over the edge. And just like magic, she does, pulsating around me while rocking into my mouth. I taste everything she has to offer, loving the scent of her enveloping me.

As she comes off her high, her fingers glide into my hair softly, letting me know to come up and I do. I straighten up on my knees, regarding her from head to toe. She’s a sight like no other–her hair wild, her skin glistening, her chest heaving. I could make staring at her my full-time job.

My voice echoes inside the bathroom. “That was just the beginning . . ..”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Rani

To say I’m exploring my sexuality and learning a whole hell of a lot about myself is an understatement. I’m not only learning a lot, but I’m learning it at the speed of light, and my body is singing with contentment.

Darian stands in front of me as I continue to rein in my racing heart. His heavy and hard erection presses against his black boxer-briefs like it’s trying to carve its way out. I can barely move from the violent release my body just had, leaving me feeling boneless, but my mouth waters at the sight before me.

He takes off his boxers, and I immediately go to grab his hard length inside my palm. Looking up at him, I stroke it, making him grunt. Straightening up, I lean forward, trying to get my mouth around his angry purple tip when he stops me.

“I’m getting in the tub and when I do, you’re going to sit on my lap, your back to my chest.”

I’m a little concerned about the mechanics of this–whatever this is he’s suggesting–but I get up and let him enter the tub anyway. I don’t think I’m allowed to speak or ask questions yet–dare I risk another orgasm–so I’m going to assume he knows what he’s talking about. Though, with my body still reeling from the after effects of the climax to shame all climaxes, I am positive I’ve got nothing left. If he thinks he can get one more out of me, he’s smoking something–and it’s not chicken.

By all accounts, I’d say this tub is on the massive side. It’s not quite a two-person tub, but it’s definitely large enough, so that paired with some maneuvering and my limited flexibility, I think I can manage what he’s asking. It won’t be easy, though.

The water splashes, moving the flower petals in disarray, as he settles back into the tub. He grabs my hand as I place one foot in after the other.

“Turn around.” He catalogs every inch of my skin as I stand over him, his nostrils flaring. I don’t have to touch him to know how desperate he is for me, and it makes me feel powerful and admired.

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