I am Villain Cultivator
Chapter 38: The Passion of Burning Desire ( Part II )**

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: The Passion of Burning Desire ( Part II )**

The candlelight flickered, casting long, sinuous shadows across the marble walls of the steamy bathroom. The air was thick with the mingling scents of jasmine and rose, an intoxicating perfume that seemed to heighten every sensation, every touch. The warm water lapped gently at the edges of the tub, where Kaal sat, his crimson eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down Jane’s spine.

She stood before him, her breath uneven, her heart hammering against her ribs. The thin fabric of her dress clung to her skin, rendered nearly transparent by the steam, outlining the soft curves of her body in a way that made Kaal’s fingers twitch with the need to touch.

"Jane," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "Last chance to walk away."

She didn’t hesitate.

With trembling hands, she reached for the ties of her dress, letting the damp fabric slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. Kaal’s breath caught at the sight of her, her skin flushed pink from the heat, her crimson hair cascading in damp waves over her shoulders, and her breasts, full and perfect, just the right size to fill his hands.

He reached for her, pulling her into the water with him, his hands immediately finding the soft swell of her chest. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, already pebbled from anticipation, and she gasped, her back arching into his touch.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. He cupped one breast in his palm, testing its weight, relishing the way it fit perfectly against his hand. Then, slowly, he lowered his mouth, his tongue flicking over the taut peak in a teasing, playful circle.

Jane whimpered, her fingers tangling in his silver-white hair as he lavished attention on one breast, then the other, alternating between gentle suckling and the slow drag of his tongue. He nipped lightly, just enough to make her gasp, before soothing the sting with another slow, wet kiss.

"K-Kaal..." she moaned, her hips shifting restlessly beneath the water.

He chuckled against her skin, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through her. "Patience," he murmured, though his own restraint was fraying.

But Jane, emboldened by desire and curiosity, wasn’t content to receive. Her hands trailed down his chest, over the hard planes of his abdomen, until her fingers brushed against the rigid length of him beneath the water.

Kaal hissed through his teeth as her small, uncertain fingers wrapped around him, her grip tentative but eager. She looked down at him with wide violet eyes, fascination and nervousness warring in her expression.

"Can I...?" she whispered, her cheeks flushed.

He nodded, his jaw tight. "Only if you want to."

She did.

Awkwardly at first, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste him. The first lick was hesitant, almost shy, but when Kaal groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, she grew bolder. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling experimentally.

It wasn’t perfect; her teeth scraped him once, making him wince, and she couldn’t take all of him, her inexperience evident. But Kaal didn’t rush her. He let her explore, let her learn the rhythm, his hands gentle in her hair, guiding but never forcing.

And soon, she found her stride. Her mouth moved with more confidence, her tongue pressing along his length in slow, deliberate strokes. The water sloshed around them as Kaal’s hips jerked involuntarily, his control slipping.

"Jane—" His voice was a ragged growl.

She pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes dark with desire. "Did I... do it right?"

Kaal nearly laughed at the innocence of the question. Instead, he hauled her against him, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"You were perfect," he murmured against her lips.

Then, with a growl, he lifted her from the water, carrying her to the vanity where he laid her down upon the cool marble. His hands roamed her body, worshiping every curve, every dip, before settling between her thighs.

"Now," he whispered, his fingers teasing her slick heat, "let me show you how much I’ve wanted this."

He laid her back, kissing her forehead, her lips, her neck, each touch a promise. His tongue traced the valley between her breasts before dipping into her navel, swirling playfully.

Then, lower.

He spread her thighs, his fingers parting her delicate folds to reveal the glistening pink beneath.

Jane tensed, her legs instinctively locking around his head, but he met her gaze.

"Trust me," he murmured.

She exhaled shakily, releasing her grip.

His first lick was slow, savoring her taste. Then, with increasing hunger, he devoured her, his tongue circling her clit before plunging inside.

Jane cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure overtook her. Her climax crashed over her in waves, her body trembling beneath his mouth.

When he finally pulled back, she was breathless, her violet eyes dazed.

Kaal kissed her gently, letting her taste herself on his lips.

"Now," he whispered, "let me show you what comes next."

Jane shivered, her skin alight under his touch. "K-Kaal... please..."

He needed no further encouragement.

With a slow, deliberate push, he sheathed himself inside her, swallowing her gasp with another deep kiss. The sensation was overwhelming, the tight heat of her, the way her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched against him.

He moved with measured restraint at first, allowing her to adjust, but as her breathy moans filled the steamy air, his control frayed. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, each one drawing out sounds from Jane that only fueled his hunger.

"Mine," he growled possessively, his lips trailing down her throat. "You’ve always been mine."

Jane’s reply was lost in a cry of pleasure as his hand found the sensitive bud between her legs, stroking in time with his movements. The coil of tension inside her wound tighter and tighter until

She shattered.

Her climax crashed over her like a wave, her body clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. Kaal followed soon after, his release wrenched from him with a groan as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling his warmth inside her.

For a long moment, they remained entwined, their ragged breaths the only sound in the room. Slowly, Kaal pulled back, his crimson eyes softer now as they searched hers.

Jane, still trembling, reached up to brush a strand of silver hair from his face. "I love you," she whispered again, as if sealing a vow.

He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "And I love you," he admitted at last, the weight of his confession lifting a burden he hadn’t realized he carried.

Outside, the night deepened, but within the warmth of that room, something new had begun on love no longer hidden, a passion no longer denied.

And as the candle burned low, its light gilded their tangled forms, casting them in a glow that promised this was only the beginning.