Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously-Chapter 191: Aroma bath

Anne gently took his hand, her touch inviting, and began leading him toward their bedroom. The intimacy in her voice made his heart beat faster. Every step with her felt like a descent into a dream he didn’t want to wake from.

The bathroom was bathed in a soft amber glow from the flickering candles scattered around the edges of the deep soaking tub. The air was thick with the calming scent of sandalwood, lavender, and something faintly floral. Wisps of steam curled upward. The water shimmered, infused with rose petals and essential oils.

Anne stood beside the tub, her hair pinned loosely at the nape of her neck, a few tendrils curling down her bare shoulder.

Augustine watched her in silence, entranced by the way she moved with purpose. There was no rush, no hurry in her gestures—only calm, sensual grace.

"Let me help you," she said.

Augustine swallowed hard as she closed the distance between them, his heart pounding. He let her unbutton his shirt, one button at a time, her fingers brushing his skin, igniting fire beneath it.

Once his shirt was off, she reached for the waistband of his trousers, her eyes lifting to meet his as she let the pants slide down. There was no boldness in her gaze, only a quiet confidence, a loving intimacy that made his breath hitch.

"I want you to feel cared for," she murmured.

He stepped into the bath at her gentle prompting. The hot water enveloped him, making his muscles melt into the soothing heat. Anne knelt beside the tub and dipped a soft sponge into the water, then began to run it along his chest and shoulders.

Augustine leaned back, eyes half-lidded, letting himself feel. Her touch was both comforting and maddening, each pass of the sponge drawing them closer.

"You carry so much. Let me carry you tonight," Anne whispered, squeezing water over his collarbone, letting it trail in slow rivulets down his chest.

Her hand paused on his chest. Augustine caught her wrist, guiding her hand to his lips and brushing a kiss across her knuckles.

"Come here," he said softly.

Anne let the spaghetti straps of her nightdress slide down her shoulders, the satin slipping down her body until it pooled around her ankles. Under the soft, amber candlelight, her bare skin seemed to glow. She stepped gracefully into the tub, the warm water rippling around her as she settled in front of him.

Augustine’s eyes roamed over her slowly. The closeness of her, the scent of the oils, and the sight of her bare body before him—he was utterly lost in her.

Anne leaned in, her hands resting gently on his shoulders, her eyes holding his gaze. She kissed him softly, her lips moving over his with a sweetness that made his chest ache, her fingers trailing down his chest, leaving fire in their wake.

He cupped her face, drawing her closer. The water shifted around them. Their kisses grew deeper, their breaths mingling.

His arms wrapped instinctively around her waist, pulling her closer, skin to skin, heart to heart. The scent of lavender and sandalwood swirled between them, mingling with the heat radiating from their skin.

They didn’t stop kissing. He kissed her like he had been starving for her. Anne’s fingers traced every curve of muscle. She cupped his jaw and kissed down his neck, her mouth leaving a trail of heat.

"Tell me what you want," she breathed against his skin.

"You," he said huskily. "Only you."

"Tonight, let me take care of you," she whispered in his ear.

Augustine sighed as he felt her fingers through his damp hair, guiding his head back gently against the edge of the tub. Anne trailed feather-light kisses down her jaw. Her one hand splayed over his chest, the other sliding underwater, her fingers trailing over his thighs with teasing grace.

Tension gathered in his muscles. Anne’s lips moved lower, grazing over the dip of his collarbone. She watched his reaction closely—how his breath grew shallower, how his hand gripped the side of the tub, trying to stay grounded as pleasure coiled inside him.

Her fingers trailed circular patterns along his inner thighs, inching toward his crotch, drawing groans from deep within his chest. She teased him with maddening patience, never lingering long enough to satisfy, only to build, to arouse.

Augustine’s hips lifted slightly as he groaned, "Anne..."

She looked up through her lashes, her eyes smoldering. "Shh... just concentrate."

Then, finally, she gave him what he craved. She clasped his erection. Her hold was firm, her movements fluid as she pleasured him.

"God, Anne," he sighed, dropping his head on the edge of the bathtub.

She watched the tension bloom across his chest, his neck, the way his jaw tightened and then slackened in helpless surrender. She continued to move her hand up and down along the length. Her free hand gripped his side, grounding him as the waves of pleasure rose and fell.

Augustine’s eyes fluttered closed. He let out a deep and hoarse groan as her rhythm deepened. She brought him to the edge, holding him there like a flame hovering at its peak. Then, with a shift in angle, she tipped him over into ecstasy.

His release came in a shuddering rush, his arm wrapping around her instinctively. Anne held him, her lips pressing soft kisses to his temple, his cheek, his throat.

"Was that relaxing enough for you?" she murmured, her eyes glowing with affection and a hint of playfulness.

He opened his eyes, still dazed. "You are dangerous," he whispered, kissing her hair. "And irresistible."

She smiled against his skin. "Then stay with me... until the water cools, and beyond."

Still catching his breath, Augustine cradled Anne in his arms, his lips brushing her damp shoulder. "You spoil me. Now let me return the favor."

He shifted her gently, guiding her back until she leaned against the curved edge of the tub. Anne’s eyes fluttered shut as his hands began to move all over her.

He traced circles along her hips, then lower, his fingers dipping below the surface, drawing a gasp from her lips. Her thighs parted almost involuntarily, welcoming his touch. His fingers found her with knowing ease, beginning a rhythm that was both teasing and maddening. She gripped the edge of the tub, her teeth sinking into her lip. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

He pressed a kiss to her collarbone, then to the hollow of her throat. His fingers moved in and out with her breathing, coaxing pleasure from her in slow, building waves. Her body arched toward him, legs quivering under the water as the pressure within her tightened.

His mouth found her breast as his fingers quickened. The sound of water shifting around them blended with her soft moans.

Her head fell back as the pleasure crested. It overwhelmed her, washing through her like a storm. She cried out as waves of release took her over.

When her breathing steadied and her eyes opened, she found him looking at her, deep, intense, and utterly in love.

"You are beautiful when you fall apart like that," he murmured.

"I don’t want this to end," she whispered.

"It won’t," he whispered back into her hair, his breathing uneven.

"Then hold me. Just hold me."

And he did, meeting her lips softly.