My name rolling off her tongue is my undoing. My hips shove flush against hers, pressing my cock to the deepest part of her, and I release.
My groan explodes into the room, rumbling through the air and shuddering the walls of the house. Locked in waves of unending pleasure, I lower my forehead to Eloise, my cock pulsing, pumping deep inside her.
I brace my arm by her head, peppering dozens of soft, tender kisses across her jaw and cheeks, slowly bringing her back down to earth. Her body shudders gently in the aftermath, soft humming noises buzzing from the depths of her soul.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, brushing pink strands of hair off her forehead. “You took me so perfectly.”
Her face heats, eyes lowering. I slip out of her and gather her into his arms, taking a seat at the head of the bed. I press kisses to her cheeks, her eyelids, nose, and head, smoothing hair off her forehead. “How are you doing, sweet girl?”
“Amazing,” she murmurs into my chest. “Like… really fucking good.”
I hug her tighter to me, deeply breathing in her scent—floral and sweet, with notes of sweat and sex. My hands slide up her arms, over her chest, and down, languishing in the feel of her soft skin under my palms, the rounded flesh of her breasts, hips, and thighs.
I rake my fingernails lightly down her calf, smirking as a wave of goose bumps follows in my wake. “You are the mostbeautiful thing I have ever had in my bed, Eloise. The most stunning woman I have ever and will ever lay eyes on.”
Eloise pushes her face into my neck to hide her blush. “When you say it like that, I almost believe it.”
“You should believe it. It’s true.” I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’d never joke about something as serious as your beauty.”
She giggles, the sound light and high, a song to my heart. “I believe you.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, nipping the tender spot at the side of her neck.
Without warning, I hoist Eloise farther up my chest and rise from the bed, cradling her in my arms as I make my way into the bathroom. It’s the next door down the hall, and as soon as I flick the lights, Eloise lets out an awe-filled gasp, her eyes flitting around the large, marbled bathroom, unsure what to take in first.
There’s a massive soaking tub over by the window, and a circular walk-in shower with a rainforest-style showerhead. Holding Eloise in one arm and out of reach of the spray, I turn the water on, waiting until it’s the perfect temperature. When I’m satisfied, I walk Eloise under the stream, making sure to cover her face with one hand to keep it from getting into her eyes.
The water falls all around us, warming my skin and falling in heated rivulets down my spine. Eloise’s hair darkens, slicking to her neck and shoulders. Her mouth is parted, eyes wide and face flushed, and I’m reminded just how young she is.
I bring my hand up to cup her cheek, knowing I shouldn’t and helpless to resist as I lower my mouth to hers, capturing her in a passionate kiss. This—Eloise—is everything I’ve wanted, more than I could have dreamed of. She’s so much better than I deserve, so muchmore,yet I can’t give her up. Now that I’ve hada taste of her, I can’t get her out of my system. I don’t want to. Not now, not ever.
She’s mine.
With great effort, I pull away from Eloise, telling myself there will be plenty of time for more later. It’s the only thing that allows me to stop kissing her, breathing in her intoxicating taste.
“Temperature okay?” I ask, reaching for a washcloth and bodywash. Eloise nods, taking her lip between her teeth, staring up at me beneath water-streaked lashes.
“Perfect.” Her eyes dart to the towel in my palm. “What’s that for?”
“Cleaning.” Without any more explanation, I place Eloise gently onto the tile, caging her in with her back to me and one arm curled around her abdomen.
“Stay still,” I whisper, nipping at the shell of her ear. Eloise shudders, and a dark chuckle breaks from my chest.
Carefully, I lather the washcloth with soap and bring it to Eloise’s skin, taking great care to clean every nook and cranny of her glorious body. My touch is worshipping as I trail the cloth over her skin, lathering her with soap before kneading the bubbles with my bare hands.
Eloise’s head falls back, breathy moans pouring from her lips as I work the area between her thighs, sliding my fingertips through her folds and up her center. By the time I’m done, Eloise is a shuddering, limp heap in my arms, eyes lolling to the back of her head.
“All done,” I murmur, licking up the side of her neck. “Let’s get you in bed, sweet girl.”
Eloise mumbles something under her breath that sounds like “fan-fucking-tastic” and I laugh aloud. Scooping her into my arms, I turn off the water and step out of the shower, wrapping Eloise’s body in a plush white towel before heading back into the bedroom.
I place her onto the floor, taking care to wipe the stray droplets from her back, legs, and toes. When she’s perfectly dry, I grab a second towel and work on her hair, lightly drying the long pink strands and massaging her scalp.
“Mmm. So good,” she murmurs, her eyes sliding closed while she stands.
Chuckling under my breath, I gather her into my arms and crawl into bed, pulling the thick comforter up and over Eloise’s body until just her eyes are peeking out.
She looks up at me, her gaze misted, clouded with the aftermath of her pleasure. But something else is there. Something deeper, something I can’t quite place.
