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Hope bloomed, but he fought the emotion back. Theo refused to wonder what their last night would bring. The only thing in his power was to give her as much of himself as possible, and hope it was enough.

“I’ll run the bath.” He got up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

Hailey lay back on the pillows and tried not to focus on his lackluster response. Her emotions may be real, but it could still be a game to him. Even though he’d obviously been scared and developed feelings, there was no guarantee he’d want to continue their relationship.

Bringing this masquerade into the real world may never work and Hailey needed to be real. She was falling in love with him, but he could view her as a novelty. A short-term, intense affair never meant to be more. At least, if she chose to walk away, she’d have the memories to take with her. Their time together was a gift. She refused to see it any other way.

Hailey followed him into the bathroom. The scents of jasmine and lavender rose to her nostrils. The mirrors steamed deliciously and wrapped them both in a world unto their own making. She quietly shut the door behind her and stood before him, naked.

He reached his hand out. With a smile, she took it, and they stepped into the tub. The sharp sting of the hot water made her gasp slightly, before she steeped below the surface. He positioned her so she floated over him, her buttocks pressed between his spread legs, her back lay against his chest. She sighed in deep contentment as he took the soap and rubbed it between his hands.

Slowly, he began soaping her shoulders, digging his thumbs into the sore muscles. A moan rose from her lips. His hands were slippery with bubbles as he worked on the tendons in her neck and moved downward—the line of her spine, her upper arms, and slid around to cup her breasts. He played with the soft mounds, cupping bubbles and allowing them to float through the air, grazing the tips of her breasts like a wet, dainty kiss. He washed every part of her, lingered on every curve with a tenderness that made tears sting against her lids. Her eyes closed with dreamy pleasure as she gave him her body, the gift he had asked for. If only he knew her body hadn’t been the only gift she entrusted to him.

She had given her heart.

Long, supple fingers slid around her hips and lingered over the full curve of her buttocks. Her cheeks tightened in anticipation as she felt him gently explore the cleft, parting her labia and softly touching her. Hailey floated; muscles melted like warm, sticky honey, helpless under his spell.

“Phantom, what are you doing to me?” she asked in wonder, eyes shut as she drank in every sensation. The bubbles teased her taut-tipped breasts and sloshed over her quickening muscles. Her cleft felt swollen, and the warm water mixed with her own juices until her thighs floated open and her sex was exposed to his gaze.

“God, you’re stunning,” he muttered. His fingers clenched into the full cheeks. “I just want to look at you.” He drew her knees up so she lay open to him. “I want to take you again. I can’t get enough of you, Hailey.”

“I want you again, too,” she whispered. “I want you to take me every way possible. I want to belong to you completely.”

“You already do.” He seemed surprised the words slipped out. “Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

She arched back. Her pussy was open and exposed to his hot gaze. “I have to taste you. Get on your knees and hold on to the edge of the tub.”

She moved. Her fingers gripped the cold, white marble as she knelt on her knees. Her flesh quivered as the cool air rushed over her flesh. She felt his hard hands part her legs and urge her forward so her buttocks rose in the air, awaiting his next move.

Hailey felt his gaze on the curve of her buttocks; the hot pink of her cleft. He leaned over her and blew gently, and she jerked back in response, a half moan caught on her lips.

He lowered his head, and his teeth bit into her firm cheeks, testing her. He moved inward, squeezing, cupping, while his tongue snaked out to take quick, sharp licks. She wiggled helplessly against him but he only laughed and drew out the anticipation. The tip of his tongue slid into her pussy and licked with slow strokes. Her swollen flesh became sensitive to every stroke, and then he flicked his tongue against her over and over with hard, quick motions. Hailey cried out, but he still held back. His fingers pushed the firm globes of her flesh apart so he tasted all of her. His hot tongue teased her throbbing clit again, and again, until…

She came hard, pushing back with a cry. He grabbed her hips, dragged her up, and thrust inside her..

Heat.

Fullness.

Possession.

The convulsions seized her body and ripped through her. Caught in a whirlwind, she was helpless to do anything but ride out the wild wave of pleasure.

He fucked her with a savagery that claimed her as his. She took every inch of him, pussy tight and hot as he pushed even deeper, and she met him all the way, her body arched like a bow, quickening in response to his fierce thrusts. Water slapped over the tub in gentle waves. Bubbles floated through the air. And then her orgasm took hold like a savage fist that scooped her up and hurtled her toward the stars.

This time when he held her, Hailey didn’t allow herself to think of tomorrow. She lay her head on his damp, muscled chest, spent for now, and wrapped her arms around him. His heart pounded in a steady rhythm against her ear.

The clock ticked. She roused herself enough to speak, still greedy to learn everything she could about the man in her arms. “What were you like as a boy, Phantom?”

“More secrets?”

Hailey smiled against him as she heard the teasing note in his voice. “I want to know a little bit about you. As a man, you certainly know how to give a woman pleasure. Tell me about the boy.”

He was silent for a few moments, but she waited, sensing he was ready to open up.

“I grew up very poor,” he said. “My father ran out on my mother when I was seven. He found a local girl with no complications and they took off. That was the last time I heard from him. I was almost glad to see him go. Even at seven, I remember him yelling at my mother, hitting me occasionally. Telling me I was useless.”