Chapter 140: Shower Time ( R18 )

For a long time, the duo lay down there together, ignoring the world outside the Chamber as they remained in their own little world.

Astra was a warm, weightless comfort on his chest, her breathing a soft, steady rhythm against his skin. Jax found himself stroking her hair, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns of her silver-white strands as he enjoyed the warm afterglow.

The remnants of their passionate night remained clung to them, a sheen of sweat, the sticky evidence of his release, and the musky, satisfying scent of sex. A practical thought, one that cut through the haze of contentment, formed in Jax’s mind. They needed a bath.

He shifted beneath her, and Astra stirred with a soft, sleepy murmur.

“Stay still,” he murmured, his voice a low command. He tightened his arms around her, one hand pressing firmly against the small of her back, the other sliding down to cup the swell of her ass.

Before she could ask what he was doing, he moved. With a grunt of pure, effortless strength, he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Astra gasped, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as she was lifted.

He rose to his feet in one fluid, powerful motion, and she realized with a jolt of dizzying arousal that he was still inside her, his hard cock buried deep within her, holding her to him as surely as his arms were.

“Jax! What are you?” she started, her eyes wide as she felt his cock poke into her womb when he stood up, making her legs tremble due to the pleasure.

“We’re going to get cleaned up,” he rumbled, cutting her off. He began to walk, his strides long and sure.

Every step was a jolt of pleasure, a deep, internal friction that made her breath catch and her toes curl. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her body completely dependent on his strength as he carried her through the sprawling chamber and into the adjoining bathing room.

The room was a testament to opulence, carved from the same dark stone as the rest of his fortress, but with walls that shimmered with veins of gold and silver.

A massive, sunken tub was the centerpiece, but Jax walked past it, towards a separate, glass-encased shower. He stepped inside, the cool tiles a shock against his feet, and carefully set her down.

His cock slipped from her as he stood her up, and she felt an immediate, hollow sense of loss at the emptiness.

He turned on the water, and a moment later, hot steamy spray cascaded down from the massive rainfall showerhead, instantly foging the glass and plastering her hair to her skin.

He turned back to her, his golden eyes roaming over her wet, naked body. The water sluiced down his own magnificent form, highlighting every carved muscle, every powerful line. He looked like a dark god, and she was his willing acolyte.

He pulled her into his arms, his mouth claiming hers in a deep, slow kiss. It wasn’t the frantic, demanding kiss from earlier, but something deeper, more possessive. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, as his hands roamed her slick body.

One hand tangled in her wet hair, holding her head in place, while the other slid down her back to grip her ass, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with proprietary familiarity.

“I’m going to fuck you again, Astra,” he whispered against her lips, his voice a low, dark promise, “Right here. Against this wall.”

He spun her around, pressing her front against the cool, slick tile of the shower wall. She cried out at the sudden cold, but it was quickly forgotten as he kicked her feet apart and positioned himself behind her.

He gripped her hips, pulling her ass back, and she felt the thick head of his cock probing her entrance.

He pushed into her in one long, slow, relentless stroke. The angle was different, deeper, and the feeling of being filled from behind while standing made her head spin.

The hot water beat down on her back as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, a lazy, possessive rhythm that was designed for his pleasure as much as hers.

“♥ Oh, gods… Jax… ♥❰ she moaned, her palms flat against the wall, her head hanging forward as she surrendered to the sensation.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips next to her ear. “This pussy is mine to use whenever I want,” he growled, his voice a low, dominant rumble that was almost lost in the sound of the shower. “Isn’t it?”

“♥ Yes!… It’s yours!… All yours!… ♥” she sobbed, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

His hands were everywhere, groping her ass, sliding up her slick stomach to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her hard, sensitive nipples.

The pleasure was a slow, building tide, a warm, languorous heat that spread through her entire body. This wasn’t the frantic, mind-blowing fuck from the night before; this was a slow, deliberate marking, a reinforcement of his ownership.

He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub it in slow, tight circles, matching the rhythm of his hips.

The added stimulation was her undoing. The slow tide of pleasure crested, and her orgasm washed over her, not a violent storm, but a warm, overwhelming wave that left her limp and gasping, her body trembling against the wall.

He felt her convulse around him, her pussy clenching and spasming, and with a low groan, he buried himself to the hilt and found his own release. He pulsed inside her, his hot seed mixing with the cascading water, a final, intimate claim.

They stayed like that for a moment, his body pinning hers to the wall, their breathing ragged, the water washing over them. Then, slowly, he pulled out and turned her back to face him.

He took her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, and kissed her again, a soft, tender kiss that spoke of a contentment deeper than mere satisfaction.

He took a bar of dark, spicy soap and began to wash her, his movements gentle, almost reverent. He cleaned every inch of her body, his hands tracing the curves and lines he had so thoroughly explored.

She, in turn, took the soap and washed him, her small hands sliding over his powerful chest and arms, her touch worshipful.

When they were clean, he turned off the water and grabbed a thick, warm towel, wrapping it around her before taking one for himself. He lifted her again, this time cradling her in his arms, and carried her back to the bed.

He laid her down gently, pulling the silken covers over her as he knew how tired she was, and kissed her on the forehead.

“Sleep now, my dragon,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her lips as he walked out of the room.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep