Chapter 129: I am yours

The bathwater had already been prepared, settled at the perfect temperature.

Bunny hesitated for a brief second. "Xander, I think I’d better wash myself."

Ignoring her protest, Xander stepped smoothly forward on his long legs, effortlessly stripping away her remaining garments.

His voice rasped softly against her ear, carrying a hint of playful resentment. "Bunny, what are you being shy about? Is there any part of your body I haven’t seen before?"

He lowered her into the bathtub, her delicate, sweeping curves swaying gently beneath the shimmering water. His gaze grew progressively darker and thicker as it swept over her.

Clinging to the rim of the tub, Bunny’s face flushed bright red.

In the span of three seconds, Xander had already stripped off his shirt, leaving his lean, powerful physique completely exposed.

His skin was a cool, milky white, complemented by smooth, dense muscle—not bulky or overdone, but carved with lethal precision in every right place.

Freed from fabric, his full, sculpted chest rose and fell rhythmically with his breathing.

Below his tapered broad shoulders, his waist and abdomen were tightly defined; veins ridged faintly near his lower belly, tracing down along his shark-fin obliques into forbidden territory with pure, unrestrained eroticism.

Droplets of condensed steam slid mischievously down the valley of his chest. Through the mist-shrouded air, a hazy, suffocating atmosphere of pure temptation washed over her.

This was seduction—pure, unadulterated seduction!

Bunny’s eyes locked in place, taking a supreme effort to finally drag her gaze away from his massive, pale chest.

Xander leaned down, beginning to gently lather shampoo into her hair.

Bunny hastily shifted her eyes away; looking any longer would make her feel like a total pervert.

Watching Bunny’s flustered, furtive expressions, Xander didn’t miss the flicker of stunned panic and subtle shame that flashed across her face.

A triumphant smirk touched the corner of his lips as he continued to lay out the trap. "Want to touch it?"

Bunny assumed he was offering his abs. She shook her head, muttering a quick refusal, yet her body made zero attempt to pull away from his touch.

Taking hold of her wrist, he guided her fingers straight toward his intended destination.

Realizing what he had guided her to, Bunny’s face darkened instantly. "Xander!"

The man offered a sly, shameless grin, utterly devoid of guilt.

"What’s wrong, Bunny?"

Just a quick inspection in advance—wouldn’t want his woman thinking he lacked firepower.

"Can’t you show a single shred of modesty as a guy?!"

He nipped gently at her sensitive earlobe, the scalding, damp touch sending a rush of heat straight down her neck. "How can I be your man if I act modest?"

Xander knew full well that Bunny was all talk and no bite when it came to lust.

Since that was the case, taking the initiative suited him just fine.

His girl preferred a flirt—and thankfully, he was flirtatious enough to deliver.

Brushing a damp lock of hair from her cheek behind her ear with his fingertips, he murmured softly. "Bunny, you don’t need to be modest around me either."

The water level in the bathtub rose abruptly, sloshing right over the porcelain rim.

Ripples cascaded across the surface in endless, frantic circles.

Xander wrapped his arms around her from behind.

His broad, solid chest enveloped her fragile frame entirely, locking her securely within his private hunting domain.

Pale, long-fingered hands glided across her slender waist before plunging below the water’s surface.

A crimson haze of desire filled his eyes as Xander pressed against her back, his gaze burning intensely against the nape of her neck.

His sharp canines began to ache.

He wanted... so desperately to bite her.

Yet Xander reined himself in.

The water churned into even more violent waves.

Bunny trembled violently, her face instantly turning as crimson as a ripe tomato.

"Xander! You...!"

Strands of ocean-blue hair spilled over his brow. A wicked, rogue smirk curled across Xander’s lips, his tone dripping with playful, provocative charm. "What... Don’t you like it?"

Bunny’s face turned even redder—how on earth could this man drop such shameless, flirtatious lines with an absolute straight face?!

She immediately grabbed Xander’s wrist. "Xander, don’t..."

Xander didn’t halt his movement at all, pressing against her ear to murmur back coaxingly. "Don’t what?"

This was bad. If this continued, her waist was going to suffer another fatal blow tonight.

Clinging to the edge of the tub, Bunny attempted a desperate escape, only for Xander’s arm to sweep around her slender waist, effortlessly hauling her back into the water.

Plash—!

Warm water splashed everywhere as Bunny was flipped around, tumbling face-first directly into Xander’s broad chest.

Her face buried hard right against the man’s exceptionally firm, pillowy chest.

The warm glow of the lighting was wrapped in dense, white steam, blurring the sharp, cold contours of the man’s face. His long lashes drooped slightly, concealing the surging tempest hidden deep within his eyes.

Bunny was pinned firmly between his long, powerful legs. As the water sloshed around them, the ambiguous, suffocating tension between their tightly pressed skin escalated at terrifying speed.

"Bunny, what are you running for?"

Xander was right about one thing: failing to keep her focus under heavy outside distraction meant Bunny desperately needed far more physical temptation resistance training.

Bunny lifted her face out of his chest, her eyes darting everywhere but at him. "I... I’m done washing."

This siren of a man had techniques far too high-level—she couldn’t hold her ground at all.

Xander let out a low, deep chuckle, gently cupping her chin to tilt her head up. "Look at me."

He refused to believe her eyes were completely empty.

Forced to lock eyes with him, Bunny felt her palm taken by Xander, guided slowly across the contours of his body.

"My sole duty tonight is to keep you company. Whether it’s kissing, hugging, touching..."

Xander’s large hand glided up her delicate neck, his thumb lightly stroking her skin before coming to rest at the nape of her neck.

"...you can do whatever you want to me."