Rolfe poured water over his wife. He picked up a soft sponge, lathered it with soap and started applying on her back. Once he had done that, he nudged her back and said, "Close your eyes, and rest back, honey." 

Iona obeyed him, enjoying his woodsy, pine scent and the feel of his warm hands over her skin. He lathered more soap in his hands and brought them to her shoulders. "This is so good," Iona whispered and her lips kicked up in a light smile. "You are spoiling me, love." 

Rolfe looked at the servants and then motioned them leave. As soon as they left and he heard the soft click of the door, he stripped his clothes and got inside the tub. Iona opened her eyes as the water splashed around them. "What are you doing?" she said as she giggled and noticed that her husband had come to sit right behind her. 

Rolfe pulled his wife in his lap and said, "I am catering to my little wife till she is rotten spoiled." His hard shaft was like a brand against her back. "Now close your eyes." 

When she closed her eyes, he curled his hand in the front side of her neck, tipped her head back and kissed her. A smile wormed on Iona's lips as a liquid heat pooled in her belly. The hot water around her was so good that she could have stayed in the bathtub forever. As the thought of staying in the steamy water and in that scent overtook every other thought in her mind, Rolfe tilted towards the side and brought some bottle of oil. He rubbed it all along her back, taking special care of her spine and the skin near it. "How do you feel here?" he asked in a soft voice. 

When he applied over her skin on her spine, she felt a tingling sensation but it was not burning. "It is much better. It isn't burning now." She felt his fingers running smoothly up and down her spine. She felt so relaxed, little knowing that tiny wisps of magic were passing through his fingers and seeping in her. He kissed her on her shoulder and sighed. He picked up the soft sponge again and dragged his hands over her arms, shoulders, chest and then stomach. He was careful with her back and the way he was careful about her—it left a warm feeling in her heart. Iona opened her eyes halfway as her heart felt love for him, even as the man was only concentrating on the foam that he was lathering over her. 

She felt his hands moving down her stomach in between her eyes and her mind went to the sinful thoughts of how his shaft would feel inside her and how she was craving to take him by his horns. 

When his hands went to her breasts, she tipped her head to his chest and she felt him moving his hands in circles over there. She bit her lips when one of his hands rolled her nipple slightly. His hand went lower to her belly where he pressed and then softly pinched her nipple. Iona groaned and he chuckled. "Did you know that I read how to give maximum pleasure to a woman in those books?" He took his hand down and her thighs spread for it on their own volition. 

"Really?" she asked, even as she gasped when he touched the insides of her thighs. "I want to see the library that contains these types of books." 

"You can call them porn books. And no, that library is only for men. And it is wonderful. I think I can spend my whole day in it," he replied, feeling horny as hell. 

"Is that library in the palace?" she asked. 

"It is, but no one can access it… only men." And only a few men. He rubbed his hands over her thighs and she relaxed on his chest. "Are you enjoying the bath, love?" 

His voice sounded so decadent and he very knew how much she was loving it. The liquid head in her belly turned to juices, which flowed out. She nodded and said, "You know that I am enjoying it. Are you trying to ask an obvious question?" 

He laughed. "I am just trying to make sure that you are liking what I am doing, otherwise I would be known as a bad husband." He took his fingers on her clit and started circling his thumb lazily. She gasped, curling her toes and shoving her hips into the middle of his thighs. He took his finger in between her folds and continued to circle, wringing moans from her. Suddenly he pressed a finger on her core and she shrieked with pleasure. He kissed her shoulder with a soft chuckle and removed his hands from there. She almost cried reluctantly to ask why he was removing his hands, when he said, "I am not finished, love." And he picked her up from her waist as if she was nothing but a weightless doll and made her sit on the edge of the tub. 

"You can't be serious!" she cried. 

"I am very serious, baby. In fact, your legs need to be washed and oiled. I would feel very guilty if I leave your legs and thighs unattended," he said and she bit her lips knowing what exactly the demon was about to do. "Relax honey, and why are you looking so flustered?" 

She narrowed her eyes and poked her tongue in her cheek. "I don't know why I am so flustered." 

Rolfe laughed and it was a wonderful sound. She pursed her lips as she watched him, as he teased her. She held the edge of the tub with her hand and leaned back so that her back was supported against the wall. 

Rolfe spluttered oil on his hands and knelt right before her. He glanced at her and asked, "Are you okay, baby?" 

Her gaze fell to his cock and she gasped. It was so rock hard and pointing at her. "I am," she replied as her blush grew. 

"That's nice to hear," he said with a smile as he rubbed his hands with the oil. He brought his hands to her thigh and massaged the oil nicely over there and then when he had finished massaging it, he picked up the leg to keep it on his shoulder. Iona gulped, as now her legs were so wide spread that she was completely exposed. She could feel his pine green eyes on the center of her sex even as he massaged her other leg very carefully. His lips parted as his cock twitched. She saw the hint of those fangs and she felt she would combust. She was holding the edge as tightly as she could, when he got his fingers over the upper part of her calves. Soon the oil replaced the soft sponge that he had lathered with more soap. Now he applied soap to her legs and then in between her thighs, ever so lightly that Iona's heart beat accelerated.

"Are you okay, love?" he asked. 

"I am," she replied. The bastard was asking it so innocently, knowing all the effect it was having on her.. She knew that he could easily scent her arousal. 

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