Bath Body Dark Kiss Novels & Stories

~ ENRIQUE ~ The bathroom, which has also been newly decorated, now holds a large deep bath, one that is now full of bath milk and petals. The delicious smell of shea butter, cherry blossoms, and coconut mixes together in a pleasant concoction. “My love… you did this for me?” she whispers. “You’ve been working hard.” I smirk, “So I thought we could start with a bath and massage before I put you to work again.” She blushes as I place her down and the moment she kisses me, my hands grip her hips; her clothes incinerate, freeing her breasts from their hold. She gasps as she stares down at what’s left of them.

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

My body surrendered to his expertise and the sob turned into a moan as he bared my shoulder and pressed a kiss on it. “That’s right love - - skip the pretense. Tell me what you truly want. Tell me your deepest desires.” His voice was deep, low, addling my brain so that I could not think anymore. All I wanted was him. I wanted his warm powerful body pressed against mine teaching my body new ways to love - - only this was not love. This was something way darker.

He whispered and kissed each of her knuckles in turn and suddenly he was sucking her little finger, hard, then biting it softly. Damn! He had a hotline to her groin. She stared at him, his eyes were dark and he gave her a slow carnal smile. "Come, let's have a bath.” He leaned down and kissed her. Her heart leapt and desire pooled way down low, way down there. The bathtub was a white stone, deep, egg-shaped affair, very well designed. Mason leaned over and filled it from the faucet on the tiled wall. He poured some expensive looking bath oil into the water.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

My back arched with every thrust, wanting to take him ever deeper inside of me. Our eyes never left one another. His winter-blue eyes peered into my soul, the two of us speaking volumes without words. He kissed me softly, his lips gentle yet insistent for more. My body was on fire for his touch, the ache unbearable. I wrapped my legs around him, and with all my strength rolled to the side.

His hands on my hips let me know exactly who was in charge, and I let him use my body. Suddenly, he pulled out of me, turned me around, and gave me a deep kiss. I kissed back, pressing myself against him. His hand lifted my leg up, placing my foot on the side of the tub. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck as he pushed back into me. One hand remained on my leg and the other wrapped around my waist as he writhed against me, and my nails found the skin of his back as I felt myself rising toward orgasm.

But as our bodies pressed closer under the cascade of the shower, the kiss deepened, transforming into something more intense. The water, hot and soothing, drummed a rhythmic beat against our skin, blending with the heat of our desire. Rion’s lips were soft yet insistent against mine, a perfect counterpoint to the steady flow of the shower. His hands, previously tense, now roamed my back with a gentle, exploratory touch, sending shivers of warmth through me.

“Here? Now?” She nodded, her eyes dark with want. “Under the water. In the deep end. No one will know.” Her hand slid higher up his thigh, her fingertips grazing the straining bulge in his trunks. “Unless you’re scared?” He answered by pulling her closer, his mouth crashing down on hers. The kiss was not gentle. It was all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger, tasted of chlorine and vodka. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressing flush against his. He could feel every curve, the hard points of her nipples against his chest.

I breathed out, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed his hardness against my breasts. He deepened the kiss, his hands exploring every curve of my body. As our lips parted and we gasped for air, with one swift motion, he lifted me onto the bathtub, his hands cradling my hips. Soft water droplets danced across my skin, mingling with his warm touch. Our clothes disappeared, shed in haste, as we surrendered to our passion. His lips claimed mine once more, our bodies entwined like vines. The steamy bathroom atmosphere wrapped around us, a sensual cocoon. I felt cherished, melting into his touch.