Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 456 In the Bathroom
Rufus’ POV:
All of a sudden, Sylvia pulled me up domineeringly. I looked at her in astonishment. “What’s the matter?”
She looked unhappy again. Did I say something wrong? But before I could figure it out, Sylvia had pulled me into the bathroom.
Despite the awkward situation, even I had to admit that Geoffrey was good at setting the mood. Even the bathroom looked
romantic and fancy.
Under the warm, dim lighting, I saw that the bathtub was covered with a layer of rose petals. Condoms of various flavors were
placed in a conspicuous location. Obviously, these had been prepared beforehand.
I stood in front of the bathtub, bewildered, when Sylvia suddenly pushed me in. I fell into the bathtub with a splash and was
instantly immersed in the strong scent of rose petals.
Without saying a word, Sylvia turned on the shower head and sprayed water on me. I didn’t resist but looked at her curiously.
“What’s going on?”
Sylvia didn’t answer. Instead, she pursed her lips. I couldn’t read her expression. Soon, my clothes were drenched and clung to
my b*ody, outlining my figure. I stretched out my hand to touch her, but she took a big step back.
“I don’t like it when you have the scent of another woman on your b*ody. So, you’d better not come out until you’re one hundred
percent clean.” Sylvia looked at me seriously.
I didn’t know whether to cry or to laugh, but it made me happy to see her act so possessive. I reached out to take the shower
head from Sylvia’s hand. I was going to say I could take a bath by myself, but she refused to give it to me. She grabbed my hand
and held it tightly. “Let me wash every inch of your b*ody.”
At first, I was stunned. Then, I felt a burning desire in my crotch area. I swallowed and said in a hoarse voice, “Then we have to
take off our clothes...”
Hearing that, a small smile played at the edges of Sylvia’s lips and her eyes twinkled mischievously.

She tossed the shower head away and began to take off her clothes slowly. Her slender fingers started unb*ttoning her shirt, her
little pinkies slightly raised.
She was wearing tight-fitting jeans today, which outlined her perfect figure. Very soon, she shrugged off her shirt, revealing her
plump bre@sts caged in her bra.
I stared at her intently and felt like time itself had slowed down.
Noticing my gaze, Sylvia winked at me playfully. Then with a click, she had unb*ttoned her jeans. But she didn’t take off her
pants immediately. Instead, she stepped into the bathtub and straddled on my waist.
Her half-opened jeans gave me a glimpse of her lace underwear. I wrapped one hand around her waist to feel her temperature.
Sylvia finally broke into a smile. Then she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “Let me help you with that.”
As she spoke, she began to take my clothes off in a painfully slow manner. Her cold fingertips touched my bare skin from time to
time.
My breathing was completely uneven, and the desire buried deep in my b*ody reared its ugly head.
“Won’t you need shower gel?” I asked hoarsely. My hand reached behind her back and groped for her bra clasp. “What’s the
rush?” Sylvia’s beautiful lips brushed past mine. Her familiar scent aroused me even more.
Sylvia reached for the shower gel and poured some onto her hand. Then, she proceeded to rub it all over my b*ody, including my
very hard c*ck.
The water was warm, filling the entire bathroom with a steamy, romantic atmosphere. Sylvia touched my face and asked with
concern, “Are you feeling cold?”
“Hot, actually,” I shook my head and answered in a hoarse voice.
Sylvia chuckled and continued to rub the shower gel over my stomach. I nearly lost my patience and got on top of her, but she
stopped me casually.
“You’re not clean yet. Be good, or else...” Sylvia pouted and coaxed me in a soft voice.