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Chapter 437 Wet Fantasies
Chapter 437 Wet Fantasies
ELIAS
I shouldn’t have carried her like this.
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I knew I shouldn’t have for my own sanity. However, every time I was in her presence, I just have the urge to tease her to her limits.
I could feel her skin and curves under my arms, and it wasn’t helping one bit.
“This is unnecessary,” she muttered, turning her face away as I continued walking to the bathroom with her in my arms.
“You can barely stand,” I said. “Argue later.”
Her cheeks flared pink, but she didn’t struggle. She leaned slightly against me, trying to make herself smaller. She didn’t realize that made it worse. Much worse.
I set her down outside the bathtub. Steam rose gently from the water I’d run earlier. Her brows
with my
forearm. drew together as he watched me test the temperature
“Elias, you can leave,” she said.
“I would,” I said honestly, “but you can’t lift your arm properly.”
“I can try.”
“No.”
Her lips pursed. She looked away, and I could see her throat bob–this situation was making her nervous.
And I couldn’t even pretend it wasn’t affecting me.
I stepped close, slowly, giving her every chance to pull away.
“Careful,” I murmured as I reached for her jacket. “Your wrist is still broken.”
She winced when I brushed her arm. I moved gentler, slower–removing each layer.
When her jacket fell, she stiffened immediately.
“What are you doing?”
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“Helping”
“You’re hurt. You can’t pull these off without twisting your inj
Her breathing hitched, audible in the quiet room.
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Her shirt was next, torn in places from being dragged, stained with dirt and old tears. I lifted the hem cautiously, waiting for her to refuse or push me away.
Yet, she didn’t.
She closed her eyes, face burning, swallowing hard as the fabric slid upward and off her.
I kept my gaze on her shoulder, where her bruises and injuries lay.
It made me frown. These must have hurt.
However, even like this, she was beautiful.
Her skin, still damp from the cloth the doctor used, glistened faintly under the warm lights. The steam surrounded her, softening everything, making her look like a goddess carved with gentle hands.
Her collarbone, her throat, the curve of her waist–none of it was meant to be provocative.
And yet-
Fuck.
This was a test.
A cruel, divine test from the Moon Goddess herself.
I swallowed hard, tightening my jaw until it ached.
“Don’t worry,” I said hoarsely. “Keep your underwear on.”
She nodded, but the blush deepened, spreading to her ears.
She was embarrassed. Mortified, even.
Meanwhile, I…
I was barely hanging together.
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The moment water touched her skin, she sucked in a sharp breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. I reached for the small bowl beside the tub, scooped warm water, and gently poured it over her hair, letting it cascade down her back.
Her lashes fluttered when the warmth hit her. Then, she let
A soft, helpless noise in her throat.
It was one of relief.
y sound.
However, it still almost killed me. I closed my eyes for a second, calming myself down.
Not now. Not like this. She’s wounded. She’s terrified. Control yourself.
I massaged her scalp carefully, fingers threading through her hair with the gentlest pressure I
my touch. could manage. She leaned forward slightly, her body instinctively relaxing beneath
And every small sound she made burned through me.
By the time I finished washing her hair and shoulders, I was no longer breathing normally.
She stood slowly, gripping the edge of the tub with her good hand.
Her legs trembled.
Her skin flushed from the steam.
Her underwear, soaked completely through, turned translucent.
I looked away sharply.
This was no longer a test.
This was torture.
I swallowed, voice rougher than I wanted.
“Can you… do the rest on your own?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I can.”
Great.
Because if I stayed another second, I might actually forget myself.
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I stepped out of the bathroom quickly and closed the door with more force than necessary.
The moment it clicked shut, I pressed my back against the wall
I dragged a hand down my face.
Breathe. Just breathe.
But breathing didn’t help.
heaving
Because all I could think about was the girl in the bath, the girl who trusted me enough to let me help her, the girl who was becoming dangerously, devastatingly tempting to me.
I forced a slow inhale before looking down at my pants.
I remembered the day she unknowingly gave me a handjob in the forest.
Fuck.
Her hand was the most pleasurable thing that had ever touched my cock.
The organ twitched at the thought, straining against my pants and making it painful. Fuck, I needed to take care of this.
She wouldn’t mind, right?
I walked to the guest bathroom and removed my pants, the button nearly falling from my force. My cock sprang free without any restrictions, the top already leaking from anticipation.
I placed my hand over the girth and began stroking. I could feel every vein and raised muscle, twitching with the thought of her. My hand grazed her underwear just slightly when I was bathing her, and I realized she was soft all over.
Her breasts…
Her entrance.
They were pink, too.
“Fuck, Mina,” I groaned as I continued to stroke my cock, faster and faster, wanting to reach my release. However, with each passing second, I couldn’t help but think that her hand or her mouth… or something else… would have been better than my hand.
Fuck this hand.
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It’s too big.
I tightened my hold around it and began thrusting into my har time to time and how she looked so good under me.
ispering her name from
“Mina…”
With one last utter of her name, I released hot white streaks of cum. It splattered on the wall as I finally reached my climax. I was in a high for a couple of seconds before I snapped back to reality.
I looked at my stained hands and the fluid–covered wall.
I felt quite ashamed. I was already too old for this.
“Shit.” I cursed.
“What am I doing?”
Sara Lili
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.