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I step under the hot stream and let the water carry away the foam,
feeling my entire body relax.
If I died right now, I’d die in peace.
“Now it’s my turn, my love,” I say, taking the soap from his hands.
Magnus doesn’t answer; he just watches me in silence, his gaze heavy
and curious. I spread the foam over his broad shoulders, making slow,
firm movements, like someone wanting to memorize every inch of
skin under my hands.
I go down to his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his body. The
water slides along with the soap, tracing paths between the defined
muscles. I contour his abdomen, then turn to his back, washing every
line, every mark, until I reach his glutes–a sight that always
hypnotizes me.
I slide my hands up again, going up the spine until I reach the nape of
his neck. My fingers move slowly, and I feel the hair on his skin stand
up at the touch.
I lower myself, washing his thighs, his groin, and finally, his feet. I
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pass the soap between his toes with devotion, every gesture loaded
with a tenderness that seems almost religious to me. Being on my
knees before him… it’s so natural, so right, as if the world only made
sense right there.
I look
up and find his eyes watching me–intense, dark, and burning
inside. I swallow hard against the groan that threatens to escape. It
almost feels like I’m worshiping him, and maybe I am. He deserves it.
I kiss his knee, a simple gesture but full of meaning, before standing up again. I wash his neck, move up to his face, passing the soap with
the utmost care, as if he were made of glass.
Magnus steps under the shower and lets the water run over his entire body, removing the foam. I stand still, watching him, hypnotized by the sight of his back covered in marks–hickeys, scratches–reminders
of mine.
They are my works of art.
I approach slowly, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing
my chest against his back.
I kiss his shoulders, one at a time, then move downward, scattering slow kisses across the full expanse of his broad back. I feel his muscles shift beneath my lips, a hoarse sigh escaping his throat.
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My hands slide over his firm chest, exploring every line, every curve,
until they descend again toward his waist. I keep the kisses moving
lower, tracing a wet path until I reach his glutes, where I kneel–my
heart beating fast, dominated by the silent adoration I feel for him.
I spread his cheeks apart, and my breath hitches for a moment. His
entrance is beautiful, almost hypnotic, a perfection that steals my
breath away. The scent of the soap is still in the air, but that’s not
what I want. I want his scent–pure, warm, real.
I tilt my face, breathing deeply, letting that unique scent dominate
- me.
It’s intoxicating.
I press my lips to him, and his taste invades me–warm, salty, addictive. It’s something I can’t describe, only feel. The softness of his skin, the savory taste… everything about him inebriates me.
I know I would never tire of this.
Of his taste.
I spread his glutes even wider, leaving him fully exposed for me to
explore.
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“Adrian…” His voice is breathless, a trigger for me to continue.
I slide my tongue slowly over his entrance, savoring the softness of
his skin. He braces his hands against the wall and tilts his body
forward, his broad shoulders tensing under the damp light. This new
position gives me total access to every detail.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
