For You | A vampire Seduction

Chapter Thirty Four {New}

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ~ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰:𝔂𝓸𝓾

Rachel was embraced in a moment of sheer astonishment as she stepped into the room. Before her, a grand bathtub loomed, its pristine white surface a canvas for a frothy sea of bubbles that danced playfully above the waterline. The tub was a sight to behold, adorned with delicate rose petals that floated gracefully on the surface, while a constellation of small, flickering candles cast a warm, inviting glow. Their fragrant flickers filled the air with a soothing aroma.

The atmosphere was so enchanting and tranquil that an irresistible urge welled up within her, beckoning her to immerse herself in the warm, inviting waters without a second thought.

A deep, rumbling voice interrupted her reverie, "Do you like it, love?"

Like it? The question took her by surprise. She turned to face him, the corners of her mouth lifting in disbelief. "Rolf, I don't just like it."

His expression fell, shadowed by disappointment. "But I thought you would—"

In that moment, she cupped his cheeks gently, her lips brushing against his in a soft kiss. As she pulled away, his frown lingered. "I love it!" she exclaimed with a giggle, watching as a smile—one she cherished dearly—broke across his face.

"Really?" he asked, incredulity dancing in his eyes.

With enthusiasm bubbling within her, she nodded fervently and pressed kisses to his cheeks. "Thank you for being such a wonderful husband. For you, it may seem like a simple gesture..."

He tilted his head, a glimmer of mischief sparking in his narrowed gaze.

Realizing he was teasing her, she quickly added, "But it means a great deal to me."

His smile brightened, a radiant beacon of warmth.

"Anything for the woman who owns my heart and matches my stars," he declared, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Now, get in there. The water is just the right temperature—exactly how you like it." In one swift motion, he swept her into his arms, her back meeting the warmth of his chest, as he peppered quick kisses along the curve of her neck.

"Rolf, I love you," she said, beaming with joy.

"My little heart, you too have my love," he replied, his voice a soothing balm.

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Time seemed to stretch as she luxuriated in the warm water, nearly an hour slipping by in blissful serenity. The gentle ripples lapped at her skin, enveloping her in a soothing cocoon. Rolf had informed her of the delicate bag of dried milk he’d tossed into the bath—a gentle exfoliant designed to soften her skin. He had also added salts, oils, and bath bombs, all carefully chosen to enhance her relaxation and relieve her tired muscles. She marveled at how her body felt rejuvenated, the tension of the day melting away with each soothing wave.

These bath bombs, she mused, were not the explosive surprises she had initially imagined, but rather delightful additions that transformed a simple bath into a sensory experience. Each ingredient was thoughtfully selected, the aesthetic beauty of the bath enhancing the pleasure of her skin.

Having savored the last drop of pineapple juice he had poured for her, she set the empty glass on a small table beside the tub. Her hair, still damp and tousled, framed her face, and she had chosen to let it flow freely, wanting to soak in every enchanting aroma the bath had to offer.