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Kelvin's breath was still ragged as he lay beside her, one arm draped possessively around her waist, his hand trailing idle circles over her hip. Chioma's pulse hadn't slowed, her body still humming with the aftershocks of his mouth on her. She bit her lip, a little shy now in the dim light, but also heady with boldness — something about the way he looked at her, like he was barely hanging on, made her want to test how far she could push him.
Slowly, she shifted, her palm gliding down his firm chest, tracing the ridges of muscle beneath his skin. Kelvin's eyes flickered open, narrowing slightly as he watched her.
"Chioma…" his voice was a low warning, already rough with anticipation.
But she only smiled — a soft, wicked thing — and kissed her way down his torso, tasting the salt of his skin. His breath hitched when she reached his waistband, and when she freed him from his boxers, her eyes widened in pure shock.
It was thick. Too thick. Too long. The heavy, dark length of him lay against his stomach, and for a heartbeat, Chioma just stared, her lips parting in a mixture of awe and apprehension.
"Oh my," she whispered under her breath.
Kelvin let out a low, amused chuckle, one hand coming to gently cradle the back of her head. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"
Chioma shot him a mock glare, cheeks flushing hot. "You could've warned me."
He grinned — the kind of grin that made her stomach flip, wicked and self-satisfied. "Would you have believed me?"
Without another word, she leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste him. The heat, the faint saltiness of his skin, sent a thrill through her. Wrapping her lips around him was a challenge — it was a stretch, her jaw already aching as she tried to take more of him in.
Kelvin's head fell back with a groan, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Fuuuck, Chioma."
Encouraged, she moved slowly, her tongue tracing along the underside of him, lips working around the thick head. It was hard to get it all in — impossible, really — but she did her best, hollowing her cheeks and savoring the ragged sounds he made.
He tasted like sin, felt impossibly good in her mouth, and something about the way his body tensed, the way his voice dropped to a broken curse, made her ache all over again.
Minutes passed, the air thick with his groans and the wet, obscene sounds of her lips around him. But no matter how hard she tried, he wasn't coming. She pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening, brows drawn in innocent confusion.
"Why aren't you… you know…?" she asked, her voice soft, a little breathless.
Kelvin's eyes cracked open, dark and heavy-lidded, a lazy, crooked grin tugging at his mouth. He reached out, brushing his thumb over her damp, flushed cheek.
"Because," he murmured, voice thick and rough, "that's how long I'll stay inside you… when you finally give me your permission."
Chioma's stomach fluttered, her breath catching at the way he said it — a promise, a claim, a vow. She didn't think she'd ever had a man speak to her like that, like her body was a temptation he was willing to burn for.
She gave a shaky laugh, both aroused and a little overwhelmed, but mischievous enough to lean back down, determined to try again.
The moment her lips brushed against him, Kelvin groaned sharply and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up with a force that made her gasp.
"Don't," he rasped, his voice tight with restraint. "If you keep going… I won't be able to stop myself."
The raw hunger in his voice made her shiver, and before she could reply, Kelvin was already moving. In one smooth motion, he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her effortlessly towards the bathroom.
"Kelvin…" she murmured, both breathless and giddy, her arms twining around his neck.
He said nothing, but the look in his eyes made her pulse race — dark, tender, possessive.
He set her down gently in the large tub and turned on the tap, letting warm water rush in. The sound of it filled the space, steam slowly beginning to cloud the mirror. Kelvin stripped out of the last of his clothes and joined her, settling behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as the water rose around them.
Chioma leaned back against his chest, sighing as the heat of the water and the solid strength of his body enveloped her. The scent of him mixed with the lavender bath soap, a heady combination that made her feel intoxicated.
He reached for a sponge, lathering it with soap, and began to bathe her — slow, unhurried strokes along her shoulders, down her arms, across her back. Every movement was careful, almost reverent, like he was memorizing her body through touch.
It was intimate in a way that made her chest ache.
Neither of them spoke for a while, just the soft sound of water and the drag of his hand against her skin. When Kelvin tilted her head back, his lips brushed over hers — gentle at first, then deepening, his tongue teasing the seam of her mouth.
She sighed into the kiss, her fingers threading into his wet hair, tugging him closer.
The kiss turned hungry, a clash of lips and teeth, but there was tenderness there too — a silent acknowledgment of something neither of them dared name yet.
When they finally broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, Chioma's breathing was unsteady.
"You're dangerous, Kelvin," she whispered again, and this time it was less a tease and more a confession.
His arms tightened around her, one hand stroking down the curve of her damp body. "Only for you."
A lump formed in her throat, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was the way he said it, so certain, so unapologetic. Maybe it was the sudden clarity she felt in that moment — that whatever this was, it wasn't casual. It couldn't be.
"Kelvin," she began softly, not even sure what she wanted to say, but he cut her off with a kiss to her temple.
"Shhh. I Know," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper against her ear. "Let's just… stay here. Like this."
And she did. She let herself rest against him, the warmth of the water, his heartbeat against her back, his hand tracing idle patterns on her stomach. It felt dangerous, letting herself sink into the comfort of him, but for the first time in a long time, she didn't care.
They stayed like that until the water cooled, until the world outside the bathroom ceased to matter, both of them quietly pretending that tomorrow wouldn't come.c