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𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑠: ☘︎☘︎

POV Lucian

The warm bubble bath is relaxing, though not as much as feeling Akhyra's soft body against mine. I trace random patterns on her thighs, often leaning down to place kisses on her bare shoulders. 

On our way back from the gala, I noticed how tense she had been even if she tried to hide it. But I didn't press the matter since she had already told me that we'd talk about it later. 

I now have a couple of clothes at Akhyra's place, which is very convenient when I have to sleep over like tonight.  

To help her get rid of any bad lingering feelings from the gala, I suggested getting a bath ready for her, just the way she likes it. To my surprise, Akhyra asked me to join her. We've taken showers together before, some platonic others... not so much. However, there's a part of me that feels like a bath is way more intimate. 

Far be it from me to complain about it, though. I get to spend quality time with my girl. And she gets to finally open up about the events that unfolded tonight while she leans back against my torso while my fingers leisurely travel around her collarbone. 

As I allow myself to loosen up amidst the white cloud of bubbles, I can't help but be captivated by the serene view outside the window facing the bathtub. The city lights twinkle like distant stars, casting a mesmerizing glow over the skyline. Wrapped in Akhyra's embrace, a sense of calm washes over me, pushing aside the worries that have been weighing on my mind.

I've been on the edge ever since my phone call with Kevin. The nightmares that had stopped plaguing me have returned. The scenarios are sometimes different, but the outcome is always the same. I find myself running through a dark tunnel as if I'm trying to escape from something. The most terrifying part is what I find when I finally emerge from the darkness.

I refuse to let any ghost from the past steal the spotlight when I'm in Akhyra's presence, so I shut down the box where I've locked this memory and focus on her voice. It's as if the world outside ceases to exist, leaving only the two of us cocooned in our own private oasis. With her nestled against me, her warmth seeping into my skin, I find myself wanting nothing more than to linger in this moment forever.

"I wish I'd been there to see you hit this asshole," I say when Akhyra has finished recounting her altercation. "I would've joined the party."

"It was epic seeing how revolted Ambrose looked," she says with a laugh. 

"It could've turned out differently, though. I'm not trying to be a caveman, but please, in the future, avoid taking such risks."

"You mean don't go out into any garden by myself?"

"You know perfectly what I mean," I say in a warning voice while nibbling on her ear.

"Surprisingly enough, I wasn't even scared that he'd hit me back. I was more worried about how to react if he'd tried to take the phone from me and smash it to pieces. I guess he had too much to lose to even consider that as an option." 

Good for him that he chose to leave instead. If this pathetic excuse of a human being had laid a pinky on my girl, his career wouldn't have been the only thing he lost tonight. The garden of his mansion is ostentatiously spacious. There are plenty of places to hide a body if needed. It wouldn't have been discovered until tomorrow, at least.

"What are you going to do with the footage?"

"I was thinking about showing it to Madame Laroche. I have a feeling she's not aware that her dear friend is a total scumbag."

"I sense that there's a but."

"Since Brittany is also in that video, I have to consider the fact that she doesn't want anyone to see it. I'm assuming that she didn't ask me to delete simply to have some leverage against Ambrose. But she made it very clear that she wasn't happy I'd filmed it."

"You could still talk to Madame Laroche without showing her the video."

"It wouldn't be the same, though. She's known this man for years, and she's just invested her time and money to help launch his career. If I come to Madame Laroche with accusatory claims and no tangible proof, she's probably going to be skeptical of my intentions. Besides, Brittany, the victim in question, will not even back me up."

"I'm sure you'll find a way to make this right, Princess."

"I have to. Simply thinking about all the vulnerable ballet dancers that this jerk must have abused in the past makes my blood boil." 

"There's also the possibility that he might become worse with his newfound fame and influence. Those kinds of men, the more power they get, they become more bold when preying on the weak."

"You're right," Akhyra sighs pensively. "Well, enough about him for now." She looks up at me with mischief. "This is our moment. Let's make the most out of it." 

Akhyra shifts her position to straddle me instead, and my hands immediately land on her lower back while hers find their place behind my head. 

There's a moment of shuddering anticipation as we look into each other's eyes, her naked boobs pressed against my chest. 

"What do you have in mind?" 

"I'm more of a 'show don't tell' kind of girl."

"Then show me Princess."

She inclines her head as if she's going to kiss me, but we remain apart. Only a breath away from each other, anticipation crackling in the air. The slightest movement threatens to bridge the gap, but Akhyra maintains the distance. I know her well enough to guess that she must have some devious plan in mind that consists of watching me lose my control.

☘︎Akhyra retrieves one of her hands from its former position and slides it down between us under the water. My mind has already caught up to what she's about to do, and yet I still get a surprised quiver along my spine when she closes her palm around my erection. 

She finally leans in to kiss me as her fist begins to pump my length up and down and while I'm partially distracted by our tongue flirting with each other the other part of my brain has registered the way Akhyr's hips move forward, her hand still on my manhood as she guides it toward the middle of her legs.

"Akhyra," I breathe out as we break apart.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck no," I shudder when she starts grinding her center along my length. I let my forehead fall against hers unable to focus on anything else except for the way that she's using my dick to pleasure herself. 

"Don't pass out on me," she jokes.

"This is pure torture," I groan with whatever brain power I have left.

"Interesting, how you seem to enjoy this torture."

With an unexpected pinch of her nipple I get a whimper out of Akhyra that seems to make her even more aggressive about thrusting her pussy against my hard length. 

It's a deliciously painful game that neither of us seem to be able to let go of. The friction awakens a rabid need from within me to bury myself as deep as I can inside of Akhyra, to claim her in every single way that I can. Yet I have to push this primal urge aside for now. 

Eventually we do manage to get out of the bath, dry ourselves and stumble in the bedroom with Akhyra's legs around my waist. 

She only interrupts our make out session to ask, "Do you have condoms?" 

I do but I have to be certain that she's ready to cross that step. "Are you sure?" I ask. 

"You answered my question with another question but yes I'm sure."

When we get on the bed I continue to explore Akhyra's body with my mouth, careful to not tower above her and putting my weight mostly on the mattress. 

The closer I get to making my way down her belly toward where she craves me the most, the more restless she becomes. Hips thrusting above the mattress, as her nails dig through the sheets.

"Can we do this before I die of old age?" She grits making me laugh as I close in on her mount of venus.

"You've gone twenty-three years without having sex you can't wait a few more minutes?"

"How about you shut up and... oh!"

Whatever snarky comment she was about to make dies on her lips when I give her the attention she's begging for, prepping her enough with my tongue to get her wet enough to push two fingers at once as I continue to savor her. It doesn't take long for Akhyra to become a trembling mess around my tongue and my fingers. 

While she's recovering from her orgasm I go fetch the condom and come back to her once I'm covered. I lay down beside her in the position that we practiced the other day with my leg lodged between hers and one arm holding her close to me. 

Akhyra stares at me, her pupils blissfully dilated, and my heart swells with emotion, acknowledging the significance of this moment we're about to share. In her eyes, I see not just desire, but also vulnerability and trust, baring her soul to me.This moment right there is one I will always cherish until I take my final breath. Even if this night were my last hours on this earth I'd die a happy man knowing that even for a short period I could be the sanctuary Akhyra seeked, where she found not just passion, but also serenity, in our union.

"If it hurts tell me okay? We can do this as slowly as you want."

"Okay," she whispers back. 

With our fingers interlocked I start to kiss her as I push forward. I've barely gotten the tip past her entrance when she tells me to wait. I give her time to adjust to this new intrusion until she lets me know that it's okay to move again. 

The sensation of our bodies entwined is akin to embarking on a summer kayak journey down a winding river, surrendering to the whims of the current as it carries us along its course. With every whisper of her name that leaves my mouth, she echoes with a moan of my name, our spirits melding in perfect harmony. In the ecstasy of the moment, time stands still, and we find ourselves at the pinnacle of bliss. 

Akhyra cries out when her climax whisks her down the waterfall of ultimate pleasure. I never let go of her hand as I trip into oblivion myself. We fall together, hard and fast. I'd never thought it'd be so liberating to abandon my being to someone else before.☘︎

When the mist of our euphoria dissipates I find Akhyra smiling at me with a satiated expression. 

"Is it weird that I want to say 'Thank you'?"

I nuzzle my nose against her cheek, planting a soft kiss there. "Why do you want to thank me?" 

"For making me live the best night of my life."

"I should be the one thanking you. For coming into my world and turning it upside down." I bring her knuckles to my lips. "I never want to experience gravity again when being with you feels like constantly floating above ground. It doesn't get any better than this."

I can feel Akhyra's heartbeat accelerating underneath my forearm. Mine does as well. They're both singing the same song. 

"I agree. It doesn't get any better than this."