Each stroke, each moan, each considered Angelica brings me nearer to launch. My different hand grabs the bathe gel off the aspect of the bathtub and I lather my chest, her fragrance cascading down my physique.

“Angelica,” I say once more, my voice ragged with want. “I’m going to return.”

The phrases tumble from my lips like a confession as my launch begins to construct.

“Angel,” I groan.

My grip tightens on my erection as I erupt, waves of enjoyment crashing over me just like the ebb and stream of the tide. My throat convulses, my balls tighten.

However whilst I climax, the guilt crushing me continues to be there, a relentless weight. I come down from my excessive and really feel hole, stripped clear of the pleasure I simply skilled. There’s no aid in my launch, solely a longing to be with Angelica once more, to actually give myself to her and never go away.

With a shudder, I let go of my erection, feeling the load of the second disperse just like the final droplets of water leaving my physique. When it’s over, I lean towards the bathe wall, gasping for air, the chilly tiles biting into my again. I don’t understand how lengthy I stand like that, however I lastly power myself to seek out the energy to step out and dry off.

ChapterTwenty

Angelica

My coronary heart races as I hear the sound of the bathe going, and I really feel a wierd mixture of guilt and arousal. I knocked tentatively earlier than letting myself again into our shared lodge room, however when there was no reply, I let myself in. The sound of the bathe instantly defined why Lycus didn’t hear me knocking.

I don’t want a bathe, having had that beautiful tub on the membership, however I may do with utilizing the toilet earlier than catching a few hours sleep. Our flight out isn’t till later and Lycus kindly organized a late checkout for us with the lodge entrance desk.

He’s so considerate in that respect. A smile tugs at my lips likening Lycus’ actions to Sir’s. No surprise I had such a tremendous night time; Sir jogged my memory of Lycus in quite a lot of methods.

My coronary heart pangs on the realisation and I flip my consideration again to the toilet.

I don’t intend to spy or peek. I simply deliberate to knock on the door and ask if he was practically achieved. However as I get shut, I by accident steal a look by means of the marginally open door, inadvertently catching a glimpse of Lycus within the bathe.

His head is thrown again, eyes closed, a glance of bliss on his face. It takes a second for my eyes to register why. His left hand is lathering suds throughout his chest and his proper…his proper hand is pumping…

“Angelica,” he groans.

Oh fuck. Warmth licks down my backbone, making me tingle throughout. I freeze in my spot, unable to look away. The sound of the water masking his actions solely heightens the arousal coursing by means of me. I watch as Lycus completes his launch, a glad sigh escaping him as he turns off the water.

By the point I can discover my voice, Lycus has opened the door and I’m left with a wall of steam and bare, moist Lycus. I swallow exhausting, attempting to assemble my wits about me.

“Hey,” he greets me, a sly grin creeping onto his face. “I didn’t count on to see you again so quickly.”

“I… I want to make use of the toilet,” I stutter, my coronary heart thumping in my chest. I can really feel the warmth of my blush throughout my cheeks.

“Oh,” Lycus replies, his voice low and seductive. He steps towards me, the drops of water from his physique glistening within the dimly lit room. My eyes are drawn to the stiffness nonetheless seen between his legs, and I swear my mouth begins to water.

Get a grip Angelica! You’ve had an evening of intercourse with a stranger and also you’re nonetheless panting after Lycus like a bitch in warmth.

My cheeks warmth.

Lycus research me for a second, his ideas hidden behind his intense gaze. Lastly, he nods, a sluggish smirk crossing his lips as he reaches for a towel and begins to slowly dry off, making no effort to cowl up his nakedness. “I’ll get out of your means then.”

“Please.”

He doesn’t really transfer although, and I’ve to press towards him to get by means of the doorway into the toilet. I inhale as I squeeze previous and frown. He doesn’t odor like Lycus in any respect.

“Did you employ my bathe gel?” I ask, my tone popping out sharper than I meant.

“Yeah, sorry,” he replies, sounding sheepish. “I grabbed it by mistake and it appeared wasteful to scrub twice.”

I glare at him as I move him on my means by means of. He doesn’t even flinch.

“You may have requested first,” I mutter, attempting to be well mannered, however at this second it’s exhausting to maintain it collectively. I imply, he’s fucking standing there bare and dripping moist, and he expects me to behave like every little thing is okay? I’m not okay. Nothing about this example, final night time, this complete fucking journey, is okay.

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