A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust

"Enjoying the view?" Silas asked, his strikingly handsome face turning toward her.

Calliope felt her cheeks flush bright red, and she quickly averted her gaze, flustered.

"It's all yours to admire, touch, or do whatever you like," Silas continued, stepping forward with a playful grin.

The bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water, creating a misty veil that made everything seem hazy.

Calliope felt at a loss, her face burning with embarrassment and her heart pounding fiercely. She couldn't deny that she was a bit taken with Silas's physique.

He was perfect, always attentive to her needs, ensuring she was comfortable and leaving her with sweet memories. His techniques were varied but never distressing. Being with him was a pure delight.

Calliope's cheeks only reddened further when recalling every moment with Silas, her heart racing even more. It was genuinely enjoyable being with him.

He could satisfy her without fail. The only downside was his seemingly endless stamina and strength. Even when she was utterly content, he still had more to give.

He stepped closer, helping her adjust her clothing. Before long, he had carried her into the bathtub. The warm water enveloped her entire body, coaxing a sigh of contentment from her lips.

But it wasn't just the warm water enveloping her. It was also the man holding her in his arms. His embrace was so comfortable, so reassuring, that she found herself growing fond of it.

She felt like she could let go of everything in his arms, feeling safe no matter what.

As Calliope savored the moment, she felt his hands start to wander. Her cheeks flamed up instantly.

Their positions grew increasingly intimate. Silas cradled her head, kissing her deeply. His damp hair clung

to his forehead, and his eyes, intense and hungry, were filled with desire as they looked at her.

He was like a beast wanting to devour her, his kisses turning into gentle nibbles.

Calliope's breath quickened. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him like a koala.

Just as Silas was about to take things further, Calliope stopped him, her eyes filled with desire, gazing up at him, "Protection-"

Silas paused, his forehead resting against hers, his voice a deep murmur, "Callie, I can't wait anymore." Calliope half-heartedly resisted. The bathtub seemed to churn with waves, splashing water onto the floor with a rhythmic sound.

The entire bathroom seemed to heat up.

Calliope awoke the following day, already past noon. The bed beside her was empty. Silas must have left for work.

She rubbed her back, feeling the effects of their indulgence. Perhaps she needed to talk to Silas about reducing the frequency because she couldn't keep up.

Calliope's cheeks flushed again when she remembered the previous night. It had been wild-from the bathtub to in front of the mirror, where he left the light on so she could see everything. Then, they moved to the bed and the couch. They had marked every corner of the apartment with their passion.

Suddenly, Calliope remembered they hadn't used protection the previous night.

Ignoring her sore muscles, she quickly got up.

Without protection, she needed to take precautions. What if she ended up pregnant with Silas's child?