Why Does It Feel So Good?!

Cassius's hands lingered on Isabelle's hips, his fingers still slick with soap as he savored the warmth of her trembling body pressed against him, her soft moans echoing faintly in the steamy bathroom.

He then pulled back just enough to let his gaze rake over her, a dark, hungry glint sparking in his eyes as his hands slid lower, tracing the lush, generous curve of her ass with a slow, deliberate reverence. "Next..." He said, his voice dripping with a raw, sultry edge that sent a shiver racing down her spine. "I've got to clean the place that's probably the dirtiest...I'm gonna scrub it so thorough it'll be pristine."

Isabelle tilted her head, her damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, her breath still uneven from the pleasure he'd already coaxed from her. "What place, Young Master?" She asked, her words a soft, innocent whisper, her blue eyes shimmering with curiosity as she glanced back at him, her full lips parted slightly in anticipation.