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Ceasar’s Pov

I let my shorts fall from my waist to my ankles, the soft fabric pooling around my feet, and my semi-hard cock sprang free, slick and pulsing with urgent need.

A shiver of relief rolled through me as the cool air brushed against the sensitive length, teasing me with a sharp, delicious contrast to the fire blazing through my body but the chill did nothing to quell the ache, not with her standing there, bare and breathtaking, every curve of her skin drenched in the warm spray, droplets clinging to the swell of her breasts, the smooth slope of her stomach, and the dip of her hips. My hands itched to roam, to grip, to drag her closer, to feel her shiver and tremble beneath my touch.

The sight of her drove a surge of desperate need through me, making my cock throb harder, pulsing with a hungry ache to bury itself deep inside her cunt and to feel her warmth take me whole.

Vera didn’t cover herself this time, yet she turned her back, hiding her gaze from my fully exposed body. I scoffed softly, a low, possessive growl vibrating in my chest. She had already seen me nude that first night we met, so why pretend otherwise?

My gaze burned into the curve of her back, heavy, claiming, radiating an unspoken command. Every part of her, from the swell of her hips, the gentle hollow of her waist, the round, firm curve of her ass beneath my stare, fed the hunger coiling tight in me, driving my hands to twitch in anticipation, craving to grip, to knead, to pull her flush against me, marking her as mine in every instinctual way my body demanded.

Fuck, my cock between my legs throbbed harder with every heartbeat, relentless, unyielding, and consuming, and I knew there was no resisting her not for a single second.

I stepped forward, flicking my shorts toward the pile of her discarded clothes. The cool air grazed my heated skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine as my semi-hard cock strained and pulsed, aching for her.

Then I stepped into the shower behind her and warm water cascaded over us while Vera stiffened immediately, a sharp, breathless gasp slipping from her lips as her skin pressed against mine. The tension radiating from her was intoxicating, every subtle tremble of her body a delicious tease, stoking the fire of desire coiling tight in my cock.

“B-Before… before you touch me,” she said, voice trembling, “I… I should wash first… I haven’t had a proper bath all day…”Vera added.

I pressed closer as I spoke, “Vera….I don’t care if you’re dirty…every part of you drives me insane.”

My chest pressed into the curve of her back, the hard length of my cock brushing against the sensitive hollow of her lower back, making her gasp and shiver under me. “And right now… I want you exactly as you are. Every perfect, messy part… all of you… mine,” I whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice rough, commanding, and thick with need.

My hands traced her curves, lingering over the swell of her hips, the gentle slope of her stomach, and the rise and fall of her chest, teasing, claiming, and savoring every inch of skin before daring to go lower.

Slowly, deliberately, my fingers slid between her thighs, pressing into the hot, wet slickness of her cunt. Her body trembled violently, pressing into me, arching, and quivering under my touch. Every soft gasp and subtle push against my palm made my need spike, sending waves of desperate heat pulsing through me.

My lips drifted over her neck, nipping, teasing, and tasting, while my hands teased and pressed, every movement coaxing her closer to full surrender.

The water poured over us, warm and slick, but it did nothing to cool the desire blazing between us, it only made her softer, slipperier, and more impossibly hers to claim.

I whispered against her ear, voice low and trembling with need, “I want all of you, Vera… Everything… yours, entirely… mine.” Her trembling, her soft cries, and the slick warmth under my fingers drove me closer to the edge, my cock pulsing harder, throbbing with a desperate ache that only her surrender could satisfy.

I tilted my head, letting my lips trail down her neck, nipping, teasing, tasting, while my hands slid lower, brushing the inner curve of her thighs, barely touching the place I ached to claim. Pressing my chest firmly against the curve of her back and shoulders, I leaned closer, though the hardness straining against her kept full contact impossible.

Slowly, I reached for the soap and sponge on the wall rack and my semi-hard cock brushed against the curve of her lower back, the press of heat and hardness drawing a sharp shiver from her.

Vera stiffened for a heartbeat, startled, then melted into the sensation, and I let my hands drift over her body, tracing the side of her body.

I felt the tiniest twitch of her body beneath my touch and let my voice slide across her skin like silk laced with steel, husky, and thick with need. “Relax, my little vixen,” I murmured, “Feel me… feel how completely and how utterly you have me.” My lips brushed the sensitive curve of her neck, each word a soft burn against her skin. “Every inch of me… every thought, every shiver I can’t control… belongs to you. Can you feel it? How deeply and how impossibly you claim me?”

My tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear as I whispered, “You do this to me… the way I can’t stop thinking of you, the way you draw me closer even when I try to breathe.” I lingered there, my breath warm, my voice slipping into a husky promise. “You have me completely Vera and you know it. You’re mine… utterly, irrevocably… and I’m lost to you.”

Her pulse raced beneath my palm and her body quivering in response. The water poured over us, warm and slick, making her skin glisten, amplifying every shiver, every slick glide of my hands.

I lathered the soap between my palms until it foamed thickly, then pressed the sponge to her damp skin, gliding it slowly from the nape of her neck down to her shoulder. Water streamed over her spine, mingling with the steam and the sharp, clean scent of soap, making the air between us thick with heat.

My breath ghosted over her skin as my touch followed, lingering, claiming not just exploring, but marking the places she tried to hide, even from herself. The sponge traced the curve of her arm and the sweep of her back, my movement slow and revealing that I wasn’t rushing her… but that I was claiming her entirely.

As the water ran over us, my hand gliding the sponge along the slope of her shoulder, I let my lips hover near her ear. “Do you feel how every part of you belongs to me?” I murmured, voice low, dark, and commanding. My words sank into her, her chest rising and falling quickly, breath hitching. “The way you shiver… the way your body trembles at my touch… it’s all mine, Vera. All yours to give, and all mine to take.”

I let the sponge glide lower, over the gentle curve of her hips, the foam coating her skin as my fingers pressed just enough to make her shiver. My chest brushed closer, almost pressing against the smooth line of her upper back, and I could feel her body respond, tense at first, then slowly melting against me, betraying the heat she tried to contain.

“Every part of you…” I murmured, letting my lips brush the shell of her ear, “Every curve, every inch I touch… It's my map, Vera. I know it all. I feel it all. And you… you drive me insane.” My voice was velvet-dark, low, and commanding, each word a slow pull on her restraint.

“Do you feel how impossible this is? How much do you make me ache, just by standing here?” I whispered, letting the heat of my breath stir the fine hairs along her neck.

Her chest rose and fell faster, lips parting slightly, a quiet gasp escaping as the sponge traced her whole body. I let the foam slip over her side, the water cascading over us, making our skin wet. “That’s it,” I murmured, brushing a hand over the small of her back, sliding it down to press lightly against her hip. “Lean into me. Let me show you… exactly what you do to me.”

Her body trembled at the command, a soft whimper slipping past her lips. I pressed closer, my chest grazing her upper back, my semi-hard length pressing against her in a way she couldn’t ignore it. “Feel it, Vera… Feel how much I want you, how much you consume me.” My hand traced her spine slowly, a possessive claim, before returning the sponge to glide over her shoulder and down her arm again. I wasn’t just washing her, I was claiming her, making her feel it with every stroke, every whisper, exactly what she does to me, how deeply, irreversibly she consumed me.

“Do you feel how much you make me ache, Vera?” I murmured, lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear. My voice was low, velvet-dark, and thick with need. “Every glance, every tremble… you don’t even try, and yet you drive me completely insane.”

Her breath hitched, a soft shiver running through her body. I could feel her leaning subtly into me, though her mind still fought to resist and I pressed my lips to the curve of her neck, nibbling softly, biting just enough to mark, to claim, letting the water trace the subtle movements of our bodies.

“Don’t hide it,” I murmured, my voice low and rough against her ear. “Let me hear it… the sound of what you’re feeling for me.” My lips brushed her earlobe, my words thick with command, edged with a heat that left no room for denial.