CHAPTER 48: BATH TIME...

Celene’s hands slid up his back, her nails raking lightly over his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Make me cum, Xavier," she gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak, her lips brushing his as she did. "I want to feel you lose control inside me."

Her words were a siren’s call, pulling him under, and he couldn’t resist. He angled his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust, each one drawing a louder moan from her lips.

"Ahn~ Yes, right there!" she cried, her body arching beneath him, her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust.

The sight of her—head thrown back, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure—was almost too much for him. He could feel his own release building, the pressure coiling tighter with every movement, but he wanted her to fall first, to see her unravel in his arms.

"Cum for me, Celene," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive command as he reached between them, his thumb finding her clit and circling it with slow, deliberate pressure.

The touch was electric, sending her spiraling toward the edge. Her moans turned to gasps, her body trembling violently as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"AHH~ Xavier!" she screamed, her pussy clenching around him as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering with the intensity of it. The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, was his undoing.

With a guttural groan—

"Fuck, I’m cumming!"

He thrust deep one last time, spilling inside her, his hot release filling her as her walls milked him dry. They clung to each other, gasping, their bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison.

For a moment, they stayed like that, catching their breath, the air heavy with the afterglow of their passion. Celene’s fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, her lips curving into a playful, satisfied smile.

"You’re too good at this," she teased, her voice soft but teasing, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Makes me wonder how many other women are dreaming of you right now."

Xavier chuckled, his hand sliding up her thigh, lingering just close enough to her still-sensitive core to make her shiver.

"Only one I’m thinking about right now is you," he said, his voice low and sincere, but with a hint of that wicked grin she loved.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a slow, teasing kiss, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

"But if you’re jealous, maybe I should make you moan louder next time... just to be sure everyone knows you’re the one I’m fucking like this."

Celene laughed, a soft, sultry sound that sent a fresh wave of desire through him.

"Oh, you think you can make me louder?" she challenged, her fingers wrapping around his softening cock, stroking it lightly, coaxing it back to life. "Care to prove it?"

His eyes darkened, a hungry edge to them as he shifted, pinning her wrists above her head against the tub’s edge.

"Careful what you ask for," he murmured, his lips hovering over hers, close enough to feel her breath but not quite touching. "I’m not done with you yet."

His free hand slid down her body, teasing the curve of her hip, the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, promising more pleasure to come as their lips finally met in a slow, smoldering kiss that reignited the fire between them.

His hands pinned her wrists above her head, the cool porcelain biting into her skin as his lips hovered just above hers, teasing her with the promise of another kiss.

Her body still thrummed from their last climax, her pussy sensitive and pulsing, yet aching for more of him. Celene’s eyes gleamed with a playful challenge, her fingers curling around his hardening cock, stroking it with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made his breath hitch.

"You think you can make me louder?" she teased, her voice a sultry purr, dripping with invitation. "Prove it, Xavier."

His grin was all predator, dark and hungry, as he released her wrists, letting his hands roam down her body.

"Oh, I will," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers racing down her spine. He shifted, spreading her thighs wider, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before dipping between them, teasing her slick folds.

Celene gasped, her hips bucking instinctively as his thumb circled her clit, slow and deliberate, igniting sparks of pleasure that made her toes curl.

"You’re already so wet for me," he whispered, his lips brushing the curve of her neck, his breath hot and teasing. "Let’s see how much louder you can get."

He guided his cock back to her entrance, the tip nudging her swollen folds before he thrust in, slow and deep, filling her completely.

"Aahn~" Celene moaned, her voice a soft, desperate cry that echoed off the tiled walls. Her walls clenched around him, slick and tight, welcoming every inch as he stretched her, the sensation so intense it bordered on overwhelming.

Her hands found his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she anchored herself against the onslaught of pleasure. Xavier’s thrusts were measured at first, each one a deliberate grind that hit her deepest spots, drawing out every shudder and gasp.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her to meet his rhythm. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples grazing his chest, sending jolts of electricity through her. Celene’s mind was a haze of lust, the memory of watching him with Seraphina only fueling her need to claim him now, to make him hers in this moment. She’d been consumed by longing since that night, her body aching for his touch, and now, with him buried inside her, she felt whole, alive, desired.

"Harder," she gasped, her voice trembling with need as she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. "I want all of you, Xavier." The words were a plea, a command, and they lit a fire in him. His thrusts quickened, each one more forceful, the sound of their bodies colliding a rhythmic symphony in the empty tub. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, each one a testament to the pleasure building inside her, coiling tighter with every movement.

Xavier’s lips found hers, the kiss wild and consuming, all tongue and teeth, a clash of hunger that left them both breathless. Her tongue danced with his, teasing and exploring, each movement amplifying the heat between them.

"You’re mine," he growled into her mouth, his voice rough with possession, and the words sent a shiver through her, her pussy clenching tighter around him. She moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled but raw, urging him to push harder, deeper.

His hand slid between them, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles that made her tremble.

"Cum for me, Celene," he whispered, his lips brushing hers, his voice a seductive command. "Let me hear you scream my name."

The words were her undoing, the pleasure cresting like a tidal wave. Her body arched beneath him, her nails raking down his back as her climax hit, a white-hot explosion that left her trembling, her pussy pulsing around him.

"AHH~ Xavier!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the bathroom, raw and unfiltered, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her body shook, her thighs quivering as she clung to him, riding out the intensity of her release. Xavier groaned, the sight of her unraveling beneath him pushing him to the edge, but he held back, savoring the way she trembled in his arms.

As her breathing slowed, Celene’s lips curved into a satisfied, almost mischievous smile. She pulled him down, her lips finding his in a slow, languid kiss, her tongue teasing his with a tenderness that contrasted the ferocity of their earlier passion.

"You’re too much," she murmured against his lips, her voice soft and sultry, her hands sliding up his chest to cup his face. "Now, let me take care of you."

She gently pushed him back, guiding him to sit in the tub as she reached for the faucet, letting warm water trickle in, filling the space with a soft, soothing rush.

The steam rose again, curling around them like a lover’s embrace.

Celene grabbed a sponge and a bottle of scented soap, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. She lathered the sponge, the rich, floral scent filling the air as she leaned forward, her breasts swaying slightly as she began to wash him.

Her hands moved with care, the sponge gliding over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, lingering on the taut planes of his abdomen. Each touch was a caress, a sensual exploration that made his skin tingle.

"You’re so tense," she teased, her voice a soft purr as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear.

"Let me help you relax." She moved the sponge lower, teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, her fingers brushing dangerously close to his cock, which twitched in response.