We sat in the tub with Asche sitting in front of me, between my legs. I ran my hands down his chest and thighs, gentle strokes that made my body come alive with desire.

He laid his head on my shoulder and sighed dreamily.

"That feels good."

"You feel good," I told him, kissing his temple. "You are indeed a delight."

Asche shifted and the water sloshed slightly as he turned to face me. "I only did this to show you my appreciation." He said and I smiled. He's in denial.

"You went out of your way to put into play a scavenger hunt and a to book a room with a breathtaking view of the city just to show your appreciation? Okay then." I said, disbelief and amusement thick in my voice.

"Okay, Mr. Know It All." He rolled his eyes. "I wanna wash up. Let me bathe you." He reached for a bottle of body wash, reaching over my body to grasp it.

I relaxed with a playful smile. Eyeing his body as the suds sluiced down his lithe form and his round belly. So sexy, so cute.

I ran my hand down his baby bump with a possessive growl. He lowered himself with a quirked brow. "Easy now, mister hostile, it's only us in here, there's no need to get all animalistic."

I snaked my hands down his hips saying, "When I'm seated in your body, I can't help but get animalistic. You bring out a feral need in me. I am part beast you know. It is something I can't control."

He shrugged. Popping the cap open and squirting a dollop into his palm, placing it on the edge of the tub. "While you're trying to figure out your capabilities, why don't you lay back and let me tame you and probably, I don't know, play on that animalistic side of yours. I might find it appealing tonight."

I frowned. "You're with child Asche." As much as that phrase made my cock soar awake, I couldn't risk hurting him. After what occurred during my heat, I refused to handle him so roughly. Tonight, we'll be taking it slow and steady. Crawling our way to the edge and then jumping into the ocean of gratification.

He rubbed his hands together commanding, "Stand up, let's get into the shower."

The conversation was dismissed for now. Nevertheless, I won't take him brutally. I won't hurt the one that I loved. Especially when he's carrying my child. My mind wasn't cloudy with lust from my heat, so I can control my desires.

As he stood up, I gripped his waist, "Straddle me." He happily complied, wrapping his legs around my waist as I hoisted him up, taking him over to the shower, sliding the doors open and stepping in.

With Asche still holding on to me, I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to warm as the sprays shot out from three directions. He clung to me, nibbling on my throat as he cupped the nape of my neck.

"You're hard." He said ever so softly and I squeezed his ass, giving him a playful spank. He gasped, sucking harder on my throat as he clutched on me like a koala.

"So sexy," My voice dipped huskily. "Your pretty little hole is begging to be penetrated, stretched, and massaged in the perfect tender spots."

His lips parted over my throat in a gasp when my finger nudged the swirl of flesh between his well-rounded ass. "Fuck yes, make me your slut."

"You already belong to me," I said in a sultry voice, reaching for a bottle of shower gel and squeezing it on my finger, rubbing it on his edifice, slowly inserting it. He latched on to me, hissing as he sucked in a breath.

The digit slid in easily, and I shoved it in deeply, straight to my knuckle, twirling it around in his warm embrace. His insides clenched my finger thirstily. A surge of yearning rushed through me and my cock twitched between us. I pulled my finger out and shoved it back in, adding another.

He moved his hips, increasing the stimulation, tilting his head back, abandoning my throat. His eyes were shut in bliss, his lips curled in a pleasured moan.

"Drakos, please." He whispered longingly.

I gritted my teeth, driving my fingers in, hooking them in his ass. "Please what?"

He bit his lip and he angled his face to mine desperation reflecting in his hazel eyes. "Don't make me say it."

"Say it," I growled. "Say it and I'll give you what your body craves."

He shook his head, his face almost the shade of a tomato. "I can't--ah!" He quivered when I increased the speed of my thrusts.

"Stop lying to yourself and surrender yourself to me, Asche. I want to bathe in your cries of passion and drench in your pleas for more and more until you're wrung dry and satiated."

He lowered his head and placed his face in the crook of my neck. Obviously shy about his feelings.

"Are you ashamed that you desire me to the point that you're delirious with arousal and need?" I demanded, still finger-fucking him but more slowly, drawing out reluctant gasps and soft moans from his lips.

When he kept silent, I withdrew my fingers and gently pried him from my body, placing him in front of me. He averted his eyes, glancing at the tiled wall, trying to hide his need but it was written all over his face. His cock betrayed his lust, it was hard and curved, straining with tension that I yearned to relieve.

I regarded him for a brief moment. "I won't resume until you tell me how you truly feel about me. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Your poor cock is crying out to be relieved. Don't treat it so."

His entire face was inflamed and he crossed one arm over his chest, gripping the other that hung at his side. The water beat down on his body, cascading down in snake-like movements. He looked so striking, so ravishing, I struggled to keep my hands to myself.

I knew Asche felt something and this night would not be as special if we spent it in lies and half-assed feelings. In the few months that I spent with him, I realized he hid his true emotions to shield himself from heartbreak.

The flushing of his body was my answer but I craved it from his lips.

"I love you, Asche," I said sincerely and encouragingly. "I love you forever. I love you in life and I'll love you in death. Your existence fuels me to live on in great happiness. Your body is the elixir to the pain I suffered for so many years. I love you unconditionally, flaws, and all."

My hand slid up his spine and he quaked, glancing up at me from the hood of his lashes, his cheeks stained with chagrin.

"I know you do," I remarked, drawing a finger down the dip of his spine and between his ass cheeks. "The truth will set you free. Come on baby, tell me."

He gripped my arms and trembled, resting his head on my chest in defeat. "Yes," He choked out. "I love it when you touch me. It drives me crazy. Please, do me. Make me feel good." He slumped in my arms and I held him, slowly backing him up against the wall.

Triumph flooded me. He finally said it. Now, to show him how he made me feel. I got down on my knees and raised one of his legs, placing it on my shoulder.

He looked down at me, "What are you do--oh God!" He cried out as my lips enclosed his twitching sphincter and my tongue flicked it delightfully.

I held on to his thigh as it sat on my shoulder, eating out his hole excitingly. I whirled my tongue through his resisting embrace and sucked, reaching for his cock and stroking it.

He mewled and buried his hand in my hair.

"Oh, God, yes!"

My eyes closed in jubilation. Just to bring my mate gratification made my body throb in euphoria. His cock pulsed in my fists, signaling his release. His body tensed and he shuddered, shooting his semen across the tiles. I still sucked as his body became limp on top of me, pumping his cock slowly.

His features relaxed and he slumped against the wall. I unhooked his leg from my shoulder and took him in my arms, licking my lips. He was speechless, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes glazed in the aftermath of his eruption.

I sucked shower gel from my mate's ass. That's something new. It left a bitter taste on my tongue.

With Asche limp and spent in my arms, we washed up, preparing our bodies for the pleasuring activities ahead.

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