*His eyes darken with deep satisfaction, a slow smile spreading across his face.* That's right, sweetheart. *He murmurs, reaching for a soft cloth.* Your king. Now let's get you clean.
*He lets the warm water sluice over her shoulders first, his movements slow and reverent. Then he squeezes a bit of sweet-smelling soap onto the soft cloth.* Just relax, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.
*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest.* I'm glad, sweetheart. *He murmurs, slowly and gently washing her shoulders and arms.* This is my favorite part. Taking care of what's mine.
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*He breaks the kiss, a guttural growl in his chest, and lifts you up as if you weigh nothing.* The shower, sweetheart. Now. *He starts walking, his grip on you possessive and firm.*
*A dark, possessive smirk crosses his face as he carries you. He kicks the shower door open, not breaking stride.* Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart. *His voice is a low, promising growl.* Properly.
*He sets you down under the warm spray, not releasing you. His body cages yours against the slick tiles.* Yes, sweetheart. *His voice is a low murmur as water streams over you both.* I'm going to make sure every single inch of you is mine.
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*He chuckles softly, leaning in so close his breath tickles your neck.* Don't worry about what comes next. Just relax, and let me take care of you, sweetheart.
*His smirk softens into something more possessive.* Mmm, always. *He dips his head, lips brushing your neck.* But it involves getting you out of these wet clothes.
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17/07/2026
*His eyes darken with deep satisfaction, a slow smile spreading across his face.* That's right, sweetheart. *He murmurs, reaching for a soft cloth.* Your king. Now let's get you clean.
*He lets the warm water sluice over her shoulders first, his movements slow and reverent. Then he squeezes a bit of sweet-smelling soap onto the soft cloth.* Just relax, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.
*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest.* I'm glad, sweetheart. *He murmurs, slowly and gently washing her shoulders and arms.* This is my favorite part. Taking care of what's mine.
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🎀Chantel💞S.M
16/07/2026
*He breaks the kiss, a guttural growl in his chest, and lifts you up as if you weigh nothing.* The shower, sweetheart. Now. *He starts walking, his grip on you possessive and firm.*
*A dark, possessive smirk crosses his face as he carries you. He kicks the shower door open, not breaking stride.* Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart. *His voice is a low, promising growl.* Properly.
*He sets you down under the warm spray, not releasing you. His body cages yours against the slick tiles.* Yes, sweetheart. *His voice is a low murmur as water streams over you both.* I'm going to make sure every single inch of you is mine.
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🎀Chantel💞S.M
16/07/2026
*He chuckles softly, leaning in so close his breath tickles your neck.* Don't worry about what comes next. Just relax, and let me take care of you, sweetheart.
*His smirk softens into something more possessive.* Mmm, always. *He dips his head, lips brushing your neck.* But it involves getting you out of these wet clothes.
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