Bishop |18+|

Ch.46

Alia

One word. Intimate.

When it came to Antonio's intimacy, it was beyond anything I could ever imagine. Not a thing could remotely relate to the amount of care he peppers both my body and my love with.

After literally walking through a maze of rooms, Antonio pinpointed the master bedroom, which by the way exceeded my expectations. It was massive, placed on the top floor that overlooked the entire backyard—and fuck was the sight pretty.

A gorgeous garden stood in the manor's shadow, an elegant birthplace of radiant flowers that bloomed like colourful bursts of light. Pretty white roses, winter jasmine and daphne stood tall on its stems, effortlessly following the warmth of the sun.

Not to mention the master bedroom itself—the complete epitome of intimacy. White linen curtains lined the window that stretched across the wall opposite of it, a simple canopy bed facing the glass, along with other luxurious decor like a walk in closet and ottoman.

It felt almost too innocent for a person like Antonio.

"There we go." Antonio spoke in a soft tone, unclipping my restraining sleeveless bra, dropping it to the floor. Looking up at him through the mirror, I saw a hint of passion, and a sudden glow of relief.

It made me happy to see him this relaxed.

With both of us in our naked forms, I watched him press his lips against my shoulder before he guided me over to the shower. Antonio wasn't kidding—the manor had a huge fucking shower, the type that had a good few feet of area within it, as well as a little marble seating spot.

The bathroom was huge, already smothered with humid fog and the second my skin touched the water, I let out a moan.

It was hot—burning and the type to leave you with third degree burns. Just how I like it.

Funnily enough, Antonio hesitated trying to get under the water before I eventually pulled him under the shower head with me, hearing him let out a low hiss. "Fuck."

"Is it too hot?" I asked, knowing it was probably the stupidest question to ask him given by the distorted expressions his face made. He frowned, feeling the hot water flow over his head and down his body.

"It's perfect." He spoke quietly with a wince, drawing a giggle out of me. Leaning into him, I allowed his arms to wrap around my waist as my back pressed against his firm chest, feeling the rhythmic rate of his breathing.

His body—fuck I could never get sick of it. Being a 6'2 man not only paired well with his muscular build, but it gave him a huge leverage over my height, which I grew envy of real quick. His rough hand touched my pelvis, trailing up towards my chest with a comforting weight—powering my back to arch and my head to fall back onto his shoulder, letting out a grin. His lips met my cheek upon feeling a hand squeeze one of my tits, the other resting on my hips.

"You're really quiet today." I spoke softly, looking up into his eyes. His wet lashes fluttered under the water as droplets hit his skin and it was the most heavenly sight. He was just that fucking striking. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing's on my mind." He responded in a somewhat low tone, continuing on with his passive assault of kissing my cheek down to my neck. "Nothing."