Prince of the Celts

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂-𝓞𝓷𝓮: 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝔀𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰

☆☆Sorry, this is a filler chapter. Eerie's sandwich is my pub sub order☆☆

Cael

How could I turn down a jacuzzi bath? I grinned and accepted without any thought. He unwrapped the silk robe from my body and I watched it flutter down to the ground, having my body once again exposed fully to him.

I sighed dreamily as his small but strong fingers gripped the meat of my thigh closer so he could carry me with a bit more ease.

I leaned my head against the necklace around his neck and closed my eyes as we started moving. The cool metal chilled my heated cheek and made me snuggle more into his slightly muscled chest.

He stopped and grunted to kick open the door with his toes. He pressed his elbow into the light dial and turned it just enough to have the lights come to life, just a tad dimmed.

"Here we go..." he lowered me into the bathroom as softly as he could. "Bathe with me?" I pouted at him. "Please?"

He stripped down slowly like he was giving me a show, with a teasing devilish smirk to top it off.

"Did you like that, apple?"

"Very much so." He sat on the ledge of the tub and grabbed my hair, pulling me to my knees as he crouched and kissed me.

His mouth pressed against mine sweetly and teasingly, nibbling at my lips and swallowing my tongue.

I brought my hands to his shoulders and held onto him as he took my breath away. He released me with a hot gasp and a moan bubbles from my throat, desperately clinging to him as I panted.

"You drive me mad," he moaned.

"Eerie, touch me, please?"

"How could I refuse such politeness?"

He placed one foot into the tub, delicately. The way his skin glowed in the light reminded me of pearls, his hair long and blond complimented his face and beautiful neck, a seductive glow coming from deep within his pale violet eyes.

"You're like a God."

He paused and laughed. "A God? How?"

"You're so ethereal. You're gorgeous, untouchable. Like the moon."

"The moon, hmm? And what does that make my pretty apple? A fiery star sitting by my side?"

"If you let me, I'll stay by your side forever."

"You're so adorable, what am I going to do with you?"

"Love me? Hold me? Kiss me? Forever?"

"Whatever you want, love." He finally sat down in the water and grabbed a sponge, pouring soap onto it before giving it a harsh squeeze. "So long as you let me clean you first."

He pressed the sponge first to my right pectoral and rubbed in gentle circles over my skin, switching to the other pectoral and up to my shoulders.

It was entirely silent except for the soft sloshing of water and the sponge running over my skin. I was sure I was pruning, but I didn't want to get out until he was satisfied.