The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 204: Naughty little mouse

Chapter 204: Naughty little mouse

Beatrix watched as Rhys confidently stripped off his jumpsuit, his body revealed to her hungry eyes. His sculpted physique and taut muscles left her breathless, confirming the effect he had on her. Her gaze trailed over his every move, captivated by the raw sensuality that emanated from him.

Rhys stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over his body, accentuating every curve and plane. His eyes never left Beatrix’s, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and adoration. Slowly, he reached for the soap, his hands gliding over his body in a seductive dance.

Beatrix felt a rush of heat pooling between her thighs as she watched him, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, mesmerized by the sight of him pleasuring himself, knowing that it was all for her. The anticipation built within her, her own desire growing with each passing second.

Rhys’s movements became more deliberate, his touch lingering on every sensitive spot, his body glistening with water and soap. He moaned softly, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to Beatrix’s core. She squirmed on the counter, unable to contain her own arousal.

Rhys’s eyes remained locked with hers, but his brows furrowed as he inhaled sharply, his lips parting before he exhaled with a barely audible moan.

...Oh god.

Is he really doing what she thinks he’s doing?

She fought the urge to look down, to divert her gaze.

Her eyes, however, betrayed her willpower, stealing a glance downwards. The steam obscured the view, but she caught a glimpse of his hand wrapped around himself, moving in slow, deliberate motions.

Heat pooled in between her legs.

Why did she look?

The image of his self-pleasure was etched into her mind, an indelible imprint that sparked a relentless surge of desire within her. She gripped the counter tightly, fearing she might lose her balance under the weight of her overwhelming arousal.

With immense effort, she tore her gaze away from his exposed form, redirecting her focus back to his face. In that moment, her entire body remained frozen, caught between the intense sensations and a sense of uncertainty.

Rhys maintained an unwavering gaze, his eyes caressed her with lusting, invisible fingers as she struggled to focus solely on his face. Despite her best efforts, her attention was drawn to the movements of his shoulder tensing and the rippling of his chest muscles as he increased the pace of his self-pleasure.

The steam on the glass obscured his form, creating a hazy image, but the droplets of water that trickled down left streaks, offering glimpses of his clear figure.

"Enjoying the show. , love?" he drawled, his voice low and breathless.

Lust burned in her brain and she could think of nothing else, not even an answer to his question.

Rhys’ lips pulled up into a smile seeing her state of utter shock, and he moistened his lips, his breath quickening.

"Just keep looking at me... I’m imagining you in here with me, your hands on me. It’s driving me absolutely insane."

The intensity of his words, coupled with the urgency in his voice, sent a shiver down Beatrix’s spine. The image he painted in her mind ignited a flame of desire within her, leaving her body pulsating with anticipation.

She remained rooted in place, her eyes fixated on his face, unable to tear her gaze away from the provocative scene playing out before her.

Rhys’s movements grew more frenzied, his pleasure evident in the way he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him.

She swallowed, her throat dry and constricted, as she held onto the counter with a tight grip, her knuckles turning white.

The ache between her thighs grew more and more insistent

Rhys’s chest jerked suddenly, his brows furrowing intensely and his jaw dropping open with a strained utterance of "So fucking good."

Her jaw clenched tightly, mirroring the tension that coiled within her body.

Her legs involuntarily squeezed together, seeking some form of relief, as his grunts, moans, and occasional profanities escaped his mouth in a symphony of pleasure.

Her gaze remained fixed on him, her eyes widening as his jaw dropped and his face contorted in a mix of ecstasy and intensity.

His shoulders hunched forward, emphasizing the raw pleasure coursing through his body, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. He was close and she could see him struggling to maintain his calm.

She witnessed his body tremble and tense.

He gritted his teeth against the oncoming sensation. He moved hard and fast, jackhammering toward a desperate climax

His muscles contracted as waves of orgasm coursed through him.

"Fuck Beatrix! Shit! Shit!"

He cursed and grunted, his moans intermittently cut off by sharp pants.

The expression of sheer ecstasy etched across his face while he moaned out her name was the most beautiful thing she has ever seen, and she was certain that any moment now, she would succumb to the overwhelming sensations swirling within her, threatening to make her faint.

She felt as though her heart had stopped, unable to detect any rhythm within her chest. Numbness consumed her entire body, leaving her helpless and immobile.

Rhys took a deep breath, leaning against the wall to calm down before returning under the water. His hands ran through his drenched hair as the water streamed over him. He rinsed off, then turned off the water, shaking his hair away from his face.

Stepping out of the shower, he reached for a towel hanging on the rack, wrapping it low around his hips.

Still sitting on the counter, she struggled to process what she had just witnessed, unaware of the heaviness of her own breath. She stared at Rhys as he approached her, his gaze taking in her rigid form, rendering her speechless instead of anxious.

Without a word, Rhys gripped her waist, assisting her in getting down from the counter. Surprisingly, her legs managed to support her weight defying the potential collapse she expected. She swallowed, as the images of what she had just witnessed replay in her mind. She didn’t think she would ever forget this scene.

Beatrix started striding towards the door but Rhys halted her, standing behind her with his chin resting on her shoulder. "Not so fast," he tutted, his hands gliding from her waist down her front, lifting the hem of her shirt and dipping his fingers into her shorts.

She held her breath as his fingers ventured lower. They slipped past her underwear, exploring with a lazy back-and-forth stroke that coated her heat, eliciting a gasp that caught in her throat.

He withdrew his hand from her shorts, bringing his mouth close to her ear. The cocky smile in his voice was unmistakable as he spoke, "Guess we can say you enjoyed the show ......naughty little mouse."