'A long warm shower would help.' He thought. And of course, he had every intention of pulling Nuna along with him to bathe.
He looked at her face, staring at it for far too long. Nuna, who noticed his gaze, turned her head to look at him. Her lips curved in the faintest smile, her features were weary but clearly relieved.
He could already imagine himself lying comfortably with her for the rest of the night.
Once they were back inside his room, he did not need to say a word before his ever-diligent maid got everything ready for a bath; he didn't even need to ask.
'What did I ever do to deserve such a caring partner? Surely I must have accumulated a lot of good Karma from somewhere to be this blessed!'
He thought. Kyle had a towel hanging around his waist as he watched Nuna move around the bathroom.
She also had a towel wrapped around her body, from her chest to her thighs. Her modest peaks struggled to free themselves from the confines of the towel.
Her creamy white, thick thighs flowed from the bottom edge of the towel.
Once everything was in place, Nuna turned to him.
"Let me wash your back."
She took the initiative to get rid of his towel. Her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed that Kyle's dragon was already raring to go.
Kyle, shameless as he was, tried to avert his gaze when Nuna turned her face up to look at his face.
In fact, he even threw in a flirty comment to hide his embarrassment.
"You always look so beautiful, I can't help but be aroused every time I see even a little bit of your skin." He spoke so casually that it made him seem like a professional in this area.
'Real smooth.' He thought to himself.
And as expected, a deep crimson blush slowly crept its way up Nuna's neck, all the way up to her face.
She took his length in her small hands, barely able to cover all of it, and began stroking it gently.
Bathing was not the priority anymore.
Using her tongue, Nuna wrapped around his tip, glazing it with her saliva. After a bit of licking and stroking, she went further.
She opened her mouth and took him in, just the head at first. Her lips were soft, impossibly soft, sealing around him.
"Nggh!" Kyle groaned. It was difficult; he struggled, trying not to release himself immediately.
Her hand came up, wrapping around the base of him, working in time with the rhythm of her mouth.
Up.
Down.
That incredible suction.
The slick glide of her tongue on top. She varied the pressure, the speed, keeping him balanced on a knife-edge.
She knew how.
Knew exactly where to linger, where to apply a firmer suck, when to let her tongue dance lightly over the sensitive ridge beneath the head.
It was maddening.
Euphoric.
"Ahhhh!"
His hand lifted, almost of its own volition. His fingers tangled in the silken strands of her hair, not pulling, not guiding as he usually did, just needing the connection.
Feeling the movement of her head as she pleasured him. The steam thickened around them, clinging to his skin, carrying the clean, expensive scent of bergamot and cedar soap.
The drumming water was a distant sound now, secondary to the wet, rhythmic sounds emanating from between Nuna's lips.
Her own breathing was audible, soft inhalations through her nose.
After a long while, Kyle felt the familiar heat coiling low in his belly.
He felt a tremor run through him, a prelude to surrender. His fingers tightened slightly in her hair. He was teetering. "Nuna…" He groaned, it was half warning, half plea.
She didn't slow. Didn't break eye contact. She drew him impossibly deeper one last time, her throat opening around him.
The pressure, the heat, the sheer intimacy of it shattered the last vestige of his restraint.
A harsh, guttural sound tore from his throat as he came, his hips bucking forward uncontrollably, driving himself deeper into that perfect, accepting heat.
He pulsed hard, the release crashing over him in waves of blinding intensity. He kept his eyes locked with hers, watching her swallow, feeling the convulsive movements of
Gulp!
Nuna swallowed his seed down hard and then let out a steamy breath.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their breathing, the drip of the overflowing water.
Kyle slumped against the tub, his legs weak, his mind foggy. Nuna stayed where she was, her head resting against his thigh, her breathing gradually growing even.
"You're going to kill me," he said finally, his voice hoarse, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Nuna looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright. "I'd never," she said softly, her voice trembling.
Kyle reached down, cupping her face in his hand, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "You already have," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing, her lips parting slightly.
Kyle felt something shift inside him, something he couldn't quite name but that made his chest ache. He pulled her up, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close.
They both entered the tub, deciding to finally have that bath.
The water cascaded over them. Kyle couldn't help but marvel at how perfect they both looked together.
Nuna's pale, smooth skin contrasted beautifully against the steamy bath, while her soft, delicate curves were accentuated by the water.
They bathed each other, feeling the other's touch, taking their time to cleanse their bodies.
He felt his desire for her grow stronger with each passing moment, each brush of her hand sending a shiver down his spine.
Their interactions became increasingly intimate as they continued to bathe, their bodies slick with soap and desire.
As Nuna leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, her breasts grazed against his chest, leaving him breathless.
In response, he reached around to caress her back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers.
'This feeling,' Kyle thought, 'It's a dangerous feeling. But I like it. I keep sinking deeper and deeper. I can't seem to let go of her; I can't even imagine it.'
He had never felt so close to a person, yet so vulnerable.
The feeling that, no matter what happened, he would do anything to keep this peace, to keep her close to him.
And that in any situation, if called to do so, he would be willing to lay down his life for Nuna.
A time without her seemed so far away and impossible that just thinking about it made him shiver involuntarily.
"Nuna,"
"Yes, Kyle?"
"I love you." He spoke softly, while holding her close in the tub. He was seated in the tub now, and she sat on top of him.
His arms wrapped around her small frame in a protective embrace. She felt so delicate and petite in his arms.
"I love you too, Kyle." They each had warm, bright smiles on their faces. Their eyes closed peacefully.
"Don't ever leave me," Kyle said.
It surprised Nuna, whose eyes burst open, "Never."
'Am I what they call a fool in love?' He wondered, eventually letting out a low chuckle. 'Well, not like I care, I would be a fool, over and over.'
After a very long and steamy bathing session, the duo turned in and, with no twisting and turning, they both immediately dozed off.
They were both very tired, even though they did not have sex; the moment of passion did nothing to diminish the fatigue they had accumulated in the fight against the assassins.
"Good night, love." Kyle stroked Nuna's head gently.
"Good night, Kyle." She hung onto him tightly, pressing her own chest against him. The warmth of their bodies became one.
...
"What do you mean he got away...!!!"
Crack!
Noah struck the side of a glass of water on his table, sending it hurtling across the room, smashing up against the wall on the other end of the room.
The glass broke apart, with no suspense, broken pieces of the expertly crafted wine glass splintering all over.
Its contents, a red wine with a strong smell, smeared along the wall.
The sight of the glass breaking was not the worst of it. It was how Noah's face twisted, creasing into a grotesque mask of anger: his brow furrowed, his mouth contorted, his nose scrunched as though recoiling from something foul.
His form billowed, his nose and mouth heaving; he was practically steaming in anger, as if he'd swallowed up a storm.
'How unsightly.' The person addressing Noah in the room was easily recognisable.
The core formation assassin who had led the assassination of Kyle.
"I told you, it is no fault of ours that you provided incorrect information about the target and his escort's strength; we stood no chance against the three of them.
The butler, especially, was a monster; I could not beat him. I had no choice but to flee like a rat."
He said the last part through gritted teeth, as if remembering the humiliation he had suffered.
"Useless!!!"
"Useless!!!"
"Useless!!!"
"All of you are useless!!!"
It did not even seem like Noah was listening. He did not care about the reasons or what he had failed to account for.
All that he cared about was the fact that Kyle was still alive!
At that moment, he was shouting, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Every muscle tensed, rage flickering behind his eyes, he was on the edge of losing control.
Crack!
His hand shot out. He struck the table, sending everything flying.
Glasses shattered. Bottles toppled. Books slammed against wood. Random trinkets, unused accessories, they all rained down in chaos.
The room filled with the crash: splintering glass, splattering liquor, the thud of heavy tomes hitting the floor.
Noah stood frozen, his chest heaving, hands trembling.
The assassin frowned. However, it did not show on his face. He was still in his mask.
"Do not speak to me like that. Boy. " He hissed, catching Noah by surprise.
"How dare you?" Noah looked at him in disbelief. "Do you know who I am?"
"An ignorant pup," the masked man spoke with no hesitation in his voice. He didn't bother to hide the irritation in his tone. Noah was very clearly getting on his nerves.
'Fucking noble brats with no idea how deep the ocean runs, the assassin thought, contempt coiling under his calm. A tiny fish in a pond. Sooner or later, the sharks will finish him. Once he dares to offend the wrong person. Unfortunately, it won't be me. The duke will have my head.'
With that, he did not bother with the brat anymore, turning to leave through the door. He could have used his skills to vanish into thin air, but he still had to answer to the duke before leaving.
'Hopefully, he won't be too unreasonable like his useless son.' He thought, this was the part of the visit he was not looking forward to.
"Wait! Come back!"
Noah shouted behind him.
"I'm not done with you."
The assassin's shoulders didn't shift.
He paused at the threshold long enough for Noah's shout to dissolve, then stepped out, leaving the wrecked room.