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🕑 Added 2025-05-31 17:00:06 +0000 UTCIt was ridiculous.
Decadent.
Messy in all the ways that made my skin flush before I even stepped in.
The tub was full β not of water, but of warm, smooth chocolate. Dark and glossy, gently stirred by the steam rising into the candlelit air. It clung to the porcelain like silk, slow-moving and sensual, waiting to coat every inch of me.
I dipped my toes in first.
It was warmer than I expected. Softer.
Then I slid deeper β inch by inch β until the rich liquid kissed the tops of my thighs, then my stomach, then just under my chest. It curled around my skin like a second body.
And then his hands followed.
He knelt beside the tub, eyes drinking me in like I was the most forbidden thing he'd ever seen. His fingers traced my shoulders, slipped down my arms, then dipped beneath the chocolate to find the curve of my waist.
"You look like a dream," he murmured.
I smiled β slow, teasing β and arched toward him.
The heat wasnβt just in the bath. It pulsed between us, thick and impossible to ignore. I reached up, tangled my chocolate-slicked hands in his shirt, and pulled him down for a kiss that tasted like everything I wasn't supposed to want but took anyway.
Soon, his clothes were gone too.
He climbed in behind me, his chest against my back, hands everywhere β slipping over my hips, around my thighs, into every place that made me gasp and press back against him. The chocolate coated us both, made our movements slow and deliberate. Every shift sent little ripples across the surface, tiny waves that matched the rhythm we built together.
His breath found my neck.
Mine trembled against his fingers.
We moved as if the tub would overflow with every thrust, every sigh, every breathless moan I couldnβt hold in anymore. It was a slow kind of wild β indulgent, sticky, intimate in a way that made me feel devoured and adored all at once.
By the end, I was melted.
Head on his shoulder. Legs tangled with his. Skin slick and glowing.
The tub, the candles, the chocolate... none of it mattered anymore.
Just the warmth of him.
The way he whispered my name.
And how sweet it felt to be ruined like this β slow, soft, and covered in everything we werenβt supposed to taste.
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