CONSUMED By The Past | 18+ (Ongoing)

CHAPTER 27

DANTÉ

When she finally slides off my boxers, I'm already semi-hard. Her lips curl into a teasing grin. "Eager, aren't we?" she purrs. "But I suppose you'll need the jacuzzi to cool down."

"Quite cheeky, huh?" I reply, stepping into the water, relishing the refreshing coolness, a stark contrast to the warmth of the night.

As the bubbles and gentle pressure of the jets envelop me, my body melts into an immediate sense of relief. My eyes flutter shut on instinct as the soothing hum of the water blends with the soft music and the fragrant scent of candles, adding to the peaceful and relaxing ambiance.

My mind drifts into a state of pure relaxation, the lingering stress in my muscles melting away. As I sink deeper into the water, weightlessness takes over. Every breath feels more expansive, fuller as my muscles unwind. The tranquility seems to slow time to a peaceful halt. I'm completely lost in the serenity until Mia's soft voice breaks the stillness beside me.

"I'm pleased you're enjoying the relaxation," she murmurs.

"Thank you, amore mio," I respond, my voice low and content. "I needed this."

Mia and I luxuriate in the jacuzzi for a blissful half-hour, the bubbles enveloping us as she feeds me bite-sized treats dipped in chocolate. The sweetness melts on my tongue, heightened by the cool sip of Chardonnay. Her touch is teasing, her fingers brushing my lips as she feeds me, each moment charged with a hint of desire.

Every so often, I make a subtle move, attempting to reclaim control, my hands drifting over her curves or my lips grazing her neck, but each time she playfully resists. Her resistance only fuels my arousal, making me ache to take her right there. But I hold back, letting the tension build, my desire simmering as I resist the primal need to ravish her.

The push and pull only makes me crave her more, my body thrumming with anticipation. But I rein it in, savoring the slow burn, knowing that when I finally get my chance, it'll be worth the wait.

Afterward, we find ourselves on the sunbed, where Mia has laid out soft towels, guiding me to lie face down. The earthy scent of sandalwood fills the air as she gently pours something warm onto my back and shoulders. The heat spreads across my skin, followed by the slow glide of her palms along my spine and shoulders.

God, this feels incredible.

"Take deep breaths and just relax, my love," she whispers, her voice soft and soothing.

I can't help but let out a soft hum of approval, "Uhhh," as my body surrenders under her skillful hands.

They move in broad, purposeful strokes, perfectly synced with the rhythm of my breathing, enhancing the calm that washes over me. Her thumbs knead into the tension in my neck and shoulders, working in slow, circular motions that send waves of relief through my muscles. Every touch is a mix of relaxation and pleasure, her movements slow, sensual, and unhurried.

As she glides down my arms, her fingers caress each muscle with long, steady strokes, her attention even reaching down to gently massage my hands and fingers. Every touch is electric, coaxing me deeper into a haze of bliss.

"Turn over, handsome," she coos, and I oblige, though my body feels so relaxed I could fall asleep right here.

Mia pours more of the warm oil onto my torso, and her hands begin their slow journey again. Massaging outward from the center of my chest, down over my abs with precision. Her palms glide smoothly, teasingly avoiding my groin.

When she moves to my legs, her fingers trace long, sensuous strokes from my thighs down to my feet. The alternating pressure of her hands keeps me teetering between awareness and the edge of sleep. When her thumbs press into the soles of my feet, working out any lingering tension, I feel as though I'm in heaven.