CHAPTER 46: IN THE BATH TUB WITH CELENE (R-18)

As she moved around the room, attending to the water, testing the temperature, checking the depth... his gaze followed every sway of her hips, every curve, every arch of her back when she leaned over the edge of the tub.

She was completely bare.

She knew he loved her like that more, so she had undressed the moment he dropped her gently to the floor. No hesitation. No teasing. Just complete trust and comfort. She knew he liked seeing her like this—raw, unhidden, vulnerable yet so powerful in her beauty.

Her skin glowed, slightly dewed from the steam in the room. Her figure—soft in all the right places, yet firm and womanly—looked like it was sculpted with purpose. Her breasts were full and round, the tips slightly flushed, nipples slightly hard from the warm air brushing against her body. Her waist tapered smoothly, her stomach subtly toned. And her hips... they curved out like an hourglass designed to trap a man’s gaze and make him forget every other thing he ever worried about.

Xavier’s eyes dipped lower.

Her thighs were thick and inviting, her legs long and perfectly shaped. And when she turned ever so slightly to glance over her shoulder at him, her butt came into view—round, perky, smooth as silk, the dim lantern light casting faint shadows that made it even more tantalizing. It jiggled slightly with every move, like it knew it was being watched.

He didn’t blink.

He didn’t speak.

He just sat there with that faint smile on his lips—one that wasn’t quite lustful, but wasn’t innocent either. It was admiration... need... and something deeper. Something emotional, heavy, like he was drinking her in not just as a woman, but as a lifeline.

And she felt it.

Celene didn’t speak either. She just smiled softly and stepped into the tub with one foot, testing it. The water was perfect—hot enough to loosen every knot in the body, but not too much to overwhelm. She bent forward slightly, letting her hair fall to one side, her breasts hanging freely for a moment as she adjusted the tap just a little more.

She could feel his eyes burning into her skin, and she loved it.

Because for him, she wasn’t just beautiful.

She was peace.

She was sanctuary.

And tonight... she was going to be his escape.

As the tub filled with warm, frothy water, the air thickened with steam and unspoken desire.

Celene’s hand, soft and deliberate, found Xavier’s hard, throbbing length, her fingers curling around him with a teasing, confident grip.

Each stroke was slow at first, a sensual glide in the warm water that sent shivers racing through his body, her touch igniting a fire that pulsed with every heartbeat.

"Ugh," Xavier groaned, his voice low and raw, the sound vibrating in the humid air. Her hand felt like silk, warm and purposeful, coaxing pleasure from him in waves. Celene leaned closer, her breath a soft whisper against his skin, her full breasts brushing against his chest. Her hard nipples grazed him, a fleeting, electric tease that made his breath hitch. Their lips hovered mere inches apart, so close he could feel the warmth of her breath, the promise of her kiss lingering like a forbidden fruit. Her eyes locked onto his, deep and molten, drinking in every flicker of his expression—his parted lips, the way his brows knit together in pleasure—as if his surrender was her entire world. And in that moment, it was.

"Let me help you with that," she purred, her voice a sultry caress, dripping with intent. "It’ll help you relax... mmmhnghf~." The sound escaped her lips, a soft moan that curled into the air as she closed the distance, her mouth claiming his in a kiss that was all heat and hunger.

Her lips were soft, plush, and demanding, moving against his with a rhythm that matched the steady stroke of her hand. The kiss was a dance of tongues, a slow, sensual exploration that deepened with every passing second. Her tongue teased his, flicking lightly before plunging deeper, a wet, warm slide that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

Xavier’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the curve of her body mold against his as the kiss grew wilder, more urgent. Her lips tasted faintly of sweet wine, intoxicating and addictive, urging him to lose himself in her.

Each stroke of her hand sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him, amplifying the intensity of their kiss, and he couldn’t—wouldn’t—pull away.

Celene’s kiss was fierce, almost possessive, as if she refused to let him break away even for a moment. She sensed the impulse in him to pause, to gasp or groan, but she pressed harder, her lips commanding his to stay locked with hers. And God, he loved it.

The way she took control, the way her tongue danced with his, coaxing and teasing, made his head spin. He matched her fervor, his kiss turning hungry, almost desperate, as he poured every ounce of his desire into it.

Their mouths moved in perfect sync, a wet, heated clash of lips and tongues, the sound of their muffled moans mingling with the soft lapping of water filling the tub.

Her hand quickened its pace, stroking him faster, her grip tightening just enough to push him closer to the edge. The pleasure was overwhelming, a molten tide that threatened to drown him. Xavier’s teeth grazed her lower lip, a soft, playful bite that drew a throaty moan from Celene—

"Mghhhfff~"—the sound vibrating against his mouth, urging her to stroke him even faster. Her fingers worked him with a rhythm that was both relentless and precise, each movement sending him spiraling toward ecstasy.

"Fuck," Xavier groaned into her mouth, his voice a low rumble as his mind blanked, consumed by the pleasure she was giving him. His body tensed, every nerve alight with the intensity of her touch, her kiss, her presence.

Celene pulled back just enough to break the kiss, her lips swollen and glistening, a wicked smile curving them as she gazed into his eyes.

"Cum fast," she whispered, her voice a sultry promise, "and I’ll put it in me, okay?"

The words were a spark, igniting something primal in him. Her eyes gleamed with mischief and desire, and the way she licked her lips—slow, deliberate—made his cock twitch in her hand.

"Fuck!" Xavier’s groan was guttural, his body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. His release came in thick, pulsing spurts, shooting into the air as his hips bucked instinctively. Celene was ready, her mouth open, her tongue extended with a playful, hungry glint in her eyes.

She caught his essence with a deft, sensual grace, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she savored the moment, her gaze never leaving his.

The sight of her, so bold and unapologetically erotic, sent another shiver of pleasure through him, even as his body trembled from the intensity of his climax.

The air in the bathroom hung heavy with steam and desire, the tub’s warmth enveloping them as Celene moved with a slow, deliberate grace. Her eyes, dark with need, locked onto Xavier’s as she straddled him, her thighs brushing against his hips. She guided his hard, throbbing cock to her slick entrance, her fingers trembling with anticipation. The heat of her arousal was palpable, and with a soft, shuddering moan—"Aahn~"—she sank down, taking him in one smooth, delicious motion. He filled her completely, stretching her, his length reaching so deep it grazed the entrance of her womb, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that defied words. Her body quivered, every nerve alight with the exquisite sensation of being so utterly claimed.

Celene’s desire had been simmering for days, ever since she’d watched Xavier and Seraphina tangled in the throes of passion under the moonlight. The sight of him, powerful and relentless, had ignited a craving in her that burned hotter with every passing moment.

When word spread that Xavier had vanished, panic had gripped her heart, a gnawing fear that she might never feel him again. Only Seraphina had seen the note he left, a secret not meant for Celene’s eyes, but the uncertainty had only deepened her hunger for him—his touch, his love, his everything.

Xavier’s hands found her heavy, milky breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, teasing her hardened nipples as she began to move. Her hips swayed, grinding against him with a sensual rhythm that was both deliberate and wild. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and tight, each motion sending waves of pleasure rippling through them both.

"Fuck, she’s good," Xavier thought, his mind clouded with lust. "She’s fucking me like some depraved slut."

But the intensity, the abandon in her movements, wasn’t her usual style—it sparked a flicker of suspicion in him that made him smile, a question he tucked away for later.

Celene, oblivious to his thoughts reached for the drain, letting the water in the tub gurgle away. The splashing had been too much, the water sloshing noisily, resisting her movements.