(Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
My body was still trembling with aftershocks when Lucas pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. His breathing was heavy, but I could see the way his jaw clenched in a desperate bid to control his own lust.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured against my skin, his hands already sliding beneath . His cock popped out of , and I gasped at the sudden empty feeling.
“But you’ve not—” I started to say, but stopped when he kissed .
“Later,” he said, a glint of amusent in his eyes. “There’s no rush.”
I tried to stand, but my legs wobbled embarrassingly. “I don’t think I can walk yet,” I admitted with a breathless laugh.
Lucas’s lips curved into a rare, satisfied smile. “Good.”
Without warning, he scooped into his arms. I yelped in surprise, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried toward the bathroom.
“Lucas! I can walk,” I protested weakly, though we both knew it wasn’t true. I could probably walk as well as a newborn deer right now.
“Let take care of you,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argunt. The authority in his voice sent a renewed shiver of desire through .
The bathroom was spacious, with a large tub that could easily fit two people. Lucas set down gently on the edge while he turned on the faucets, testing the water temperature with his hand.
“You’re spoiling ,” I said, watching his naked form move with effortless grace.
He glanced over his shoulder, his green eyes darkening as they raked over my body. “You deserve to be spoiled.”
Steam began to rise from the filling tub, fogging the mirror. Lucas added so bath salts that slled of lavender and vanilla, then turned to with an outstretched hand.
“Co here,” he said softly.
I took his hand, letting him guide into the tub. The warm water enveloped , soothing my aching muscles. I expected Lucas to leave to soak, but instead, he stepped in behind , his long legs bracketing mine as he settled into the water.
“Oh,” I breathed, surprised but pleased as he pulled back against his chest.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his lips brushing my ear.
I leaned back into him, feeling the hard planes of his chest against my back. “More than okay.”
His hands moved to my shoulders, massaging gently, working out knots of tension I hadn’t realized were there. I sighed contentedly, my eyes drifting closed as his strong fingers worked their magic.
“I didn’t hurt you earlier, did I?” His voice was low with concern.
I shook my head. “No. You were perfect.”
His hands slid lower, skimming over my collarbone, down to cup my breasts. The water made his touch glide smoothly over my skin, and I arched into his hands, my body responding instantly.
“Lucas,” I whispered, surprised by how quickly desire was building again.
“I know,” he murmured, his thumbs circling my nipples. “I can’t get enough of you either.”
One of his hands continued its exploration, sliding down my stomach to the apex of my thighs. I gasped as his fingers parted beneath the water, finding my sensitive bundle of nerves with unerring accuracy.
“You’re still so responsive,” he observed, his voice deepening with renewed desire.
I couldn’t form words, could only moan as his fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles. Behind , I felt him fully turning hard again, his arousal pressing insistently against my lower back.
“Turn around,” he commanded softly. “I want to see your face.”
Carefully, mindful of the water sloshing around us, I shifted and turned to face him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips slightly parted. Without hesitation, I straddled his lap, my knees on either side of his hips.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hands settling on my waist.
I felt the hard length of him beneath , and slowly, deliberately, lowered myself onto him. We both groaned as he filled again, the water creating a new sensation around us.
“You feel amazing,” I breathed, bracing my hands on his shoulders.
Lucas’s fingers dug into my hips, guiding my movents. “So do you. So tight, so perfect for .”
The water splashed gently as I began to move, rising and falling on him in a rhythm that quickly had us both breathing hard. Lucas thrust up to et , his hips lifting from the bottom of the tub.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, one hand sliding up to cup my breast. “Take what you need.”
My movents grew more urgent, my thighs trembling with the effort. Lucas, sensing my fatigue, took over, thrusting up from below while holding steady. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub, but I barely noticed, lost in the pleasure building inside .
“Lucas,” I gasped, feeling my climax approaching rapidly. “I’m close.”
“ too,” he ground out, his control slipping as his thrusts beca more forceful. “Co for , Hazel.”
His thumb found my center, pressing and circling in the way he knew drove wild. The dual sensation of him inside and his thumb working its magic was too much. I ca with a cry, my inner walls clenching around him.
Lucas followed monts later, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks as he thrust up one final ti, spilling himself inside with a deep groan of satisfaction.
I collapsed against his chest, both of us breathing heavily. His arms wrapped around , holding close as we basked in the afterglow.
“I love you,” I whispered against his neck.
His arms tightened around . “I love you too. More than you know.”
We stayed like that for several minutes, content in each other’s embrace. The water had cooled slightly, but was still comfortably warm. Lucas’s hands traced idle patterns on my back, occasionally dipping lower to squeeze my bottom playfully.
It wasn’t until I heard insistent banging on the bathroom door that reality intruded.
“Lucas! Hazel! Open up!” Liam’s voice called through the door.
“There’s water everywhere!” Levi added, sounding both amused and exasperated. “We know what you two are doing in there, but did you have to flood the entire bedroom?”
I jerked upright, suddenly noticing the water that had spilled over the sides of the tub. It wasn’t just a little splashing—the floor was completely flooded, water seeping under the door into the bedroom beyond.
“Oh my goddess,” I gasped, mortified. “We didn’t notice—”
Lucas laughed, the sound deep and genuinely amused. “Worth it,” he said with a wink.
My cheeks burned. “Lucas! This isn’t funny. We’ve flooded the entire room!”
He shrugged, completely unperturbed. “It’s just water. It’ll dry.”
More banging ca from the door. “Seriously, guys,” Levi called. “As happy as we are that you’re reconnecting, could you maybe do it without creating a small lake?”
Lucas sighed, finally looking sowhat chagrined. “We should probably deal with this.”
“You think?” I said sarcastically, climbing off him and reaching for a towel.
Lucas stood and grabbed another towel, wrapping it around his waist before handing a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. I slipped into it gratefully, cinching it tight around my waist.
“Ready?” he asked, one hand on the doorknob.
I nodded, bracing myself for the teasing that was sure to co.
Lucas opened the door to reveal Liam and Levi standing there, both with identical expressions of amusent on their faces. Behind them, I could see that the water had indeed seeped quite far into the hallway outside, creating a sizable puddle on the hardwood floor.
“Had fun?” Levi asked with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Don’t start,” Lucas warned, though there was no real heat in his voice.
Liam’s eyes softened as he looked at . “Nice to see you feeling better, Hazel,” he said, his tone gentler than his brother’s. Then he added, more seriously, “But we do have so news. Percival heard you’re out of the infirmary. He wants to see you.”
My montary embarrassnt was instantly replaced by apprehension. My grandfather wanted to see . Now.
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