Renald rose too, his heavy hand landing on Xavier's shoulder. "You've earned their respect in a single morning. That's no small thing."

Xavier smirked. "Respect is earned with sweat, not words. Your men understand that. So do I."

Renald grinned, teeth flashing. "Then next time, I'll expect you in full armor. I want to see how much sweat you can spill."

Xavier laughed, the sound low and sharp. "Careful, Captain. You might find I enjoy that challenge."

The yard erupted in laughter again, the men's spirits high.

As Xavier turned to leave, the sun glinted off his profile, and more than one guard thought to himself that this was no ordinary man. Not just Seraphina's bodyguard. Not just a warrior.

Something more.

And they would follow him, should the day ever come when he asked it of them.

"I will," Xavier said simply. "That's why I'm here."

Then he walked out of the place...

But then he met Celene in the hallway... And to his surprise she was looking for him... She looked as beautiful as always in that French outfit of hers, her breasts threatening to break out of the buttons holding them in place.

"Xavier!" She yelled as she rushed in and hugged him tight...

Xavier accepted the hug with a smile... Enjoying the feeling of her soft breasts pressing against his chest...

'Sigh this is life...' he sighed inwardly...

When she broke the hug she gave him a wild, hungry kiss, Xavier kissing back with the same fervor. Her lips were hot, needy, and unrelenting. The kiss was not just lips brushing—it was a devouring, a claim. Her tongue slid against his, swirling, pulling him deeper into her mouth as if she wanted to drink him in.

The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet and warm with just a hint of mischief, as though every part of her body craved him and wanted to prove it through that kiss. Her breath hitched when his hands slid to her waist, and she pressed harder against him, grinding her chest into his as her lips parted wider, inviting him to take more of her.

The kiss told him a lot—how hungry she was for him, how desperate, how impatient. Hungry and craving for his touch...

'Sigh, I kept her waiting for too long. But not any longer...'

And then she paused, lips breaking away, leaving a faint trail of saliva that glistened before snapping. Before he could even say anything, she grabbed his hand and dragged him forward with surprising strength.

"What?!" he was indeed very surprised that she was this proactive...

She dragged and he followed, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor until she pulled him into her room. Without hesitation, she pushed the door shut and locked it, then turned back to him with eyes still smoldering with fire.

She pressed herself to him again, lips crashing onto his as though one kiss could never be enough. This time, she bit lightly on his bottom lip, teasing, demanding, before letting her tongue soothe it.

The foreplay was already driving him wild, her eagerness lighting a fire inside him. But when she broke away, she caught his hand again and pulled him toward another door.

"You're so sweaty and tired," she said softly, her voice low and dripping with temptation. "Let me give you a relaxing bath first."

"Nice.." he murmured, curiosity and desire mixing.

Inside the bathroom, a large tub awaited them, filled with steaming, minted warm water. The faint fragrance of mint and herbs lingered in the air, mixing with the rising steam to create a haze that clung to the skin. The sight alone promised relief, but the way Celene looked at him made him realize the bath would be far from ordinary.

Slowly, sexily, she began undressing him. She started with his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders with deliberate slowness, her fingertips brushing his arms as if savoring every line of muscle. Her eyes never left his, a playful, sultry smile curving her lips as she tugged at his shirt. Each button was undone with deliberate care, her nails occasionally grazing his skin, sending sparks through him. The shirt fell away, and she let her hands linger on his chest, tracing the lines of sweat glistening there.

She leaned close, her lips almost brushing his ear. "Relax… let me take care of you."

Xavier let out a soft sigh, enjoying the attention, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. She moved behind him, pulling his undershirt up and over his head, then pressing her soft body briefly against his bare back. Her breasts squished against him as she reached around to undo his belt, her fingers grazing dangerously close to where he was already beginning to stir. She tugged down his pants, letting them pool at his feet before sliding them away, her hands brushing along his thighs.

Finally, when he was left in nothing but his briefs, she gave him a teasing look, biting her lip. "Mmm… perfect."

She guided him into the tub, the hot water embracing him instantly, soothing the ache in his muscles while heightening the awareness of every inch of his skin. Xavier leaned back, letting himself sink into the warmth, but his eyes never left Celene. She tied her hair up casually, leaving her neck and shoulders exposed, the sight alone enough to make him swallow hard.

She dipped a cloth into the water, wrung it out slowly, and began with his shoulders. The cloth was soft, the water hot, and her movements unhurried, sensual. She leaned close as she worked, her breasts pressing against his arm, her breath brushing his skin. She slid the cloth over his chest, tracing his muscles with slow circles, her fingers occasionally abandoning the cloth to caress him directly. The touch was teasing, as though she couldn't decide whether she was cleaning him or seducing him.

"You're tense," she whispered, dragging the cloth down his chest to his abs, following the lines of his body. "Let me loosen you up..."

Xavier chuckled softly, though his voice was already thick with desire. "You're not exactly making it easy to relax."

Her laugh was low and sultry, the sound vibrating against his skin as she leaned down. She kissed along his collarbone, her lips brushing wet trails against him before pulling back with a smirk. "Good… I don't want you too relaxed."

She moved to his arms next, lifting one at a time, stroking from shoulder to wrist with the cloth, then letting her fingers linger after. Every brush of her touch sent warmth straight to his core. She was thorough, but it was the kind of thoroughness that made him ache—slow, teasing, never giving too much at once. When she reached his hands, she entwined her fingers with his briefly, looking into his eyes with a mischievous glint before letting go.

Then she shifted lower. The cloth slid over his thighs, the hot water mingling with her teasing strokes. She leaned in closer, her chest pressing against the edge of the tub, her lips parting slightly as her eyes never left his face. She squeezed the cloth out over his thighs, letting the warm water cascade down his skin, then ran her hands over him as if smoothing the water in herself. Her nails grazed lightly, just enough to make his muscles twitch.

By the time she was working his inner thighs, Xavier's breathing had grown heavier. She moved agonizingly slow, tracing every inch with deliberate care, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. His body was betraying him, reacting to every teasing caress. His hardness pressed insistently against the fabric of his briefs, straining, and she noticed—her eyes flicked down for just a second, a smile curling her lips.

She leaned closer, her voice barely more than a breath. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Xavier let out a low groan, closing his eyes briefly. "You have no idea…"

"Oh, I think I do," she teased, her hand sliding dangerously close to his crotch but pulling back at the last second, continuing with maddening restraint. She dipped the cloth again, dragged it over the top of his thighs, and squeezed more water onto him, her fingers brushing just near the edge of his briefs.

The heat in the room had nothing on the fire in his body. Every part of him ached for her touch, his length throbbing beneath the thin fabric, begging for release. She lingered there, so close it was torture, her nails scraping softly along his skin. She looked at him again, her lips parted, her breath quick.

And then—finally—her hand drifted down, brushing the edge of his briefs. She lingered there, teasing, her nails grazing lightly, sending shivers up his spine.

Her eyes locked onto his as she whispered, "Should I keep going?"

Xavier's answer came out rough, low, desperate. "If you stop now... I might just lose my mind."

She smirked, leaning forward, her lips brushing his ear as she let her hand finally slide lower, toward his crotch...

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