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There was something about having your lover take your clothes off.

Amanda sat on the stool like a princess and watched Kyle remove her shirt with quiet calm. His eyes never left hers as he undid one button, then another.

The bathroom was spacious, with warm water already waiting in the tub. Amenities lined the shelf, and there was a separate steam room and a multi-option shower head.

None of that mattered to them. They kept watching each other, hunger and love shared in equal measure.

When he undid the fourth button, his gaze could no longer stay on her face.

He looked down at the valley of her cleavage. "Your choice of color seems to be influenced a lot by my preference," he muttered, seeing the black lacy floral bra. The thin straps let her full bust almost spill from the cups.

"It’s not the first time you’ve seen them."

"And yet it never ceases to arouse me," he whispered, utterly honest.

He slid his hand into her shirt and leaned in to steal her lips again.

She returned the kiss, though her attention stayed on his hand and the way his thumb circled her hardened nipple over her bra, teasing her further.

"Nngh, your touch... it’s so warm." She murmured it wanting more, and she tried to take off her bra, only to be stopped.

"Not right away. We’re washing up, remember?" he said with such sincerity that she dropped her hand at once and nodded.

Kyle undid the last button and opened her shirt all the way.

Her breathing was heavy. Her chest rose and fell with it. A flush had spread across her skin, and sweat made the light catch on her.

He looked at her for a moment. The scars on the upper part of her chest and abdomen did not take from her. They held his eyes.

A mole on her left breast pulled him closer. He leaned in.

"Don’t move," he warned, then put an open-mouthed kiss there.

"I-I’m sweaty..." she breathed. She still arched, and her thighs pressed together. God, she was soaked.

He did not pull back. His tongue circled the mole, causing her to moan.

"Stay," he said against her skin, and kissed lower, over a scar, then back up, as if he meant to taste every place she thought he should not.

Then he drew back and looked into her eyes.

"I must assess my devotee thoroughly before blessing her," he said, holding back the tease that wanted to show.

Amanda could only breathe in ragged pulls. She wanted to throw herself at him and kiss him until she came in her clothes. He wanted to wait, so she waited.

He started on the buttons of her skirt. Each time his fingers brushed her waistline, she shifted. Heat gathered under his touch.

She lifted her hips. He drew the skirt away in one smooth pull and left her in her underwear.

She was bare to him now. Cool air touched her skin. His gaze did the rest, and her body answered it, warming and, waiting for his hands to finish what his eyes had already begun.

He parted her legs with care. Her breath caught.

His eyes found the small scar on her inner thigh. "This happened recently, didn’t it?"

Amanda nodded. "During training. It healed, but it left this ugly mark." She hated scars the way most people did. Training marks felt worse. They stayed on her like proof she had been careless.

Kyle hummed and leaned in.

His breath touched her through the thin fabric of her underwear. His mouth found the scar and followed it, slow, as if the mark itself were something to honor.

With his eyes closed, he said softly, "I don’t find anything ugly about you, babe."

Amanda’s shoulders eased. She had not heard him call her that in a long time.

She set her hands in his hair. "I missed you, Kyle."

He looked up at her, his face against her thigh. "I missed you too. Enough that I risked the lives of so many innocent people so I could be here with you."

Amanda smiled. "And I am glad you did."

Kyle rose and unclasped her bra in one motion. It fell away. Her panties had ties at the sides, so he only had to pull. She did not have to move.

He leaned back and let out a breath. "You take my breath away every time."

Her body just had all the right proportions to make him want to not only look but touch and do things that could leave her gasping and exhausted.

She riles him in a way she could never realize.

Shyness touched her, but she smiled anyway.

"You should take off your clothes too," she said.

Kyle nodded. "I should, or I will get wet washing you."

Amanda blinked. "Wait. Are you really bathing me?"

He hummed. "Do you mind?"

She shook her head. "Not really. But aren’t you tired?"

Kyle stripped without fuss, shirt then pants, and dropped his clothes in the basket with hers. When he turned back, Amanda could only stare.

He was tall and shredded. Marked with scars. The sight of him made her squeeze her thighs together, excitement plain in her eyes.

He faintly smiled and scooped the princess in his arms before telling her. "I barely traveled for two hours and have been lazing around most of the time." Looking down he added, "Truthfully, saving my energy to keep you awake the whole night."

Amanda’s cheeks flushed red and her lips curved. "Well, I came prepared so go ahead and do whatever you want to do with me tonight."

The night was young and the lovers have reunited after a long time.

Their passion was burning and desire for each other naked.

Naturally, the soundproofing of the room would be tested tonight.

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