The Final Stalk

Goddess

Ash chuckles, a deep rumble that vibrates through his chest as Izzy undresses him with eager hands. He allows her to explore his body, savoring the sensation of her touch and the hunger in her eyes.

"As you wish, my queen," he says, capturing her wrists and guiding them up to his shoulders. "But don't forget, I still need to take care of you." With a swift motion, he sweeps Izzy into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he carries her towards the en-suite bathroom. The water now in the large tub is steaming, filling the air with the soothing scent of lavender and chamomile.

As Ash lowers Izzy into the warm, fragrant water, she can't help but sigh in contentment. The heat seeps into her aching muscles, easing the tension that had built up throughout the night's activities. She leans back against the porcelain, her eyes drifting shut as she relishes the simple pleasure of the moment.

Meanwhile, Ash busies himself with preparing a light meal - a selection of fruits, cheeses, and crusty bread. He sets the tray aside, ready to serve his queen once she's finished with her bath.

When he returns to the bathroom, he finds Izzy submerged up to her neck, her hair fanned out around her like a dark halo. He kneels beside the tub, his hand trailing along the surface of the water before dipping beneath to caress her thigh. "You look like a goddess,"

Izzy's eyes flutter open at Ash's touch, a small smile playing on her lips as she takes in the sight of him kneeling beside her. She reaches out, running her fingers through his hair as she pulls him closer.

"And you, my king, look like you're plotting something," she teases, her voice low and sultry. "Tell me, what devious thoughts are running through that brilliant mind of yours?"

Her other hand trails down his chest, her nails lightly scraping against his skin as she explores the contours of his body. She knows she shouldn't tempt him, not when he's trying to take care of her, but the temptation is simply too great to resist.

A wicked grin spreads across Ash's face as Izzy's teasing words wash over him. He loves her boldness, the way she challenges him even in the most intimate moments. It only serves to fuel the fire burning within him, the insatiable desire to possess every inch of her.

"Oh, my dear Izzy," he purrs, his hand sliding higher up her thigh, dangerously close to the apex of her legs. "I'm thinking about all the ways I want to worship your body tonight. All the places I want to taste, to touch, to claim as mine."

His other hand comes up to cup her breast, his thumb circling her nipple through the thin layer of bubbles. He leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispers, "But first, let me make sure you're properly fed." He smirks wide knowing how bad she desires him.

Izzy lets out a soft moan as Ash's thumb continues its tantalizing circles around her sensitive nipple. The idea of being worshipped by him, of feeling his mouth and tongue exploring every curve and crevice of her body, sends a wave of heat pooling between her thighs.

"But I'm starving for something else entirely," she admits, her voice laced with desire. "Something only you can satisfy." She shifts slightly in the water, allowing his hand easier access to her breasts. Her own hands roam lower, tracing the outline of his muscular abdomen before dipping below the waistband of his pants.

Ash groans low in his throat as Izzy's hands find their way to his hardened length. He's already straining against his trousers, desperate for the feel of her skin against his. With a swift movement, he divests himself of his clothing, leaving him gloriously nude before her.