Crimson Overlord-Chapter 392: Passionate Moments

The warm glow of the candles flickered against the polished stone walls of the luxurious bathroom. The scent of lavender and jasmine filled the air, blending with the soft steam that curled from the massive, crystal-clear tub filled with warm, inviting water.

Orpheus stood behind Incursio, his hands resting gently on her bare shoulders as they both gazed into the shimmering pool. The bathroom was grand, with elegant marble floors and enchanted silver fixtures that allowed the water’s temperature to remain perfect. It was a private paradise, hidden away from the world, just for the two of them.

Incursio, clad only in her delicate towel, looked back at him with a small smile. Her white hair cascaded down her back, damp at the tips from the steam. Her eyes gleamed with an emotion softer than usual—a quiet vulnerability that she only showed to him.

He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss against her temple. "Shall we?"

She nodded, and together they stepped into the tub, the warm water enveloping them in a comforting embrace. The moment Incursio lowered herself into the water, a sigh of pure bliss escaped her lips.

He slid in beside her, stretching his arms along the edge of the tub before pulling her closer. "Feels nice, doesn’t it?"

She hummed in agreement, leaning her back against his chest. "It does... I could stay here forever."

For a while, they simply enjoyed the silence. The only sounds were the occasional ripples in the water and the soft, rhythmic breathing they shared. The flickering candlelight reflected in the water, casting dancing shadows on their skin.

After a few peaceful minutes, Orpheus reached forward, his fingers threading into her long, white hair. "Let me wash your hair," he murmured against her ear.

Her lips curled into a small smile as she nodded, closing her eyes. "Alright."

He carefully scooped water into his hands and let it cascade down her hair, wetting the silky strands fully before reaching for a bottle of scented shampoo. He worked the fragrant liquid into her hair, massaging her scalp with gentle, skilled fingers. His touch was slow, deliberate—filled with care.

A pleased hum left her lips, her body relaxing even further. "Mmm... that feels nice."

He chuckled, his voice low and affectionate.

"You work so hard all the time. You deserve this."

With a careful touch, he rinsed her hair, making sure to remove all traces of soap. Then, he ran his fingers through the now-smooth strands, admiring how the water made them glisten like a silk.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled her closer, nuzzling against her neck. "All done."

She turned to face him, a playful glint in her eyes. "Your turn now."

Before Orpheus could protest, she scooped some water and poured it over his head, making his dark hair slick against his forehead. She giggled at his surprised expression before lathering her hands with shampoo and running them through his thick locks.

Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles against his scalp, her touch featherlight yet firm. Orpheus let out an involuntary groan of appreciation, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the feeling.

"That good, huh?" She teased, her lips quirking into a mischievous smirk.

Orpheus opened one eye, smirking back.

"You’re surprisingly good at this."

"I pay attention." She chuckled before rinsing out his hair, making sure no soap remained.

Once finished, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "There. All clean."

He caught her wrist before she could move away, pulling her flush against him. Water splashed around them as their bodies pressed together.

"You missed a spot," he murmured against her lips.

She arched a delicate brow. "Oh? Where?"

He smirked before capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. She melted into him instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck as their lips moved in perfect harmony.

The bath was long forgotten as the kiss deepened, their bodies sinking against each other. The water lapped at their skin, the flickering candlelight casting them in a golden glow.

When they finally broke apart, she gazed at him, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink.

"You’re impossible!"

Orpheus chuckled, resting his forehead against hers. "And I know you love it."

She rolled her eyes playfully before shifting in the water. "Come on, we’ve been in here long enough. Let’s dry off before we turn into prunes."

With reluctance, he agreed. He helped her out of the tub, wrapping a warm towel around her before securing one around himself.

As they stood together, drying each other off, he couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly beautiful she looked— her hair damp, her skin glowing from the warmth, her crimson eyes softer than usual.

She noticed his lingering gaze and smirked.

"What is the problem?"

Orpheus simply smiled and pressed another lingering kiss against her lips. "Nothing.

Just enjoying the moment."

She leaned into him, resting her forehead against his chest. "Me too."

~Back to their room.

The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the room, casting warm shadows on the walls. The air was filled with the faint scent of lavender from the bath they had shared earlier, mingling with the lingering aroma of their dinner. The couple lay side by side on the bed, their bodies still humming with the quiet joy of their evening together. The date had been perfect—laughter, shared stories, and the kind of connection that made the world outside feel distant and unimportant.

Orpheus turned to Incursio, their eyes meeting in a gaze that spoke volumes. Without a word, they reached out, their fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if they were memorizing the feel of their skin. Incursio leaned into the caress, their breath catching slightly as his hand trailed down to their neck, then to their shoulder.

The kiss began slowly, a soft press of lips that quickly deepened as the tension between them grew. His hands roamed over Incursio’s body, exploring every curve and dip with a tenderness that made Incursio shiver. Their fingers traced the line of Incursio’s spine, eliciting a quiet sigh that was lost in the heat of their kiss.

Her hands found their way to Orpheus’s hair, tangling in the soft strands as they pulled them closer. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them, the sound of their breathing and the rustle of sheets the only things that mattered. His lips moved to Incursio’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made Incursio arch into them, their body responding eagerly to every touch.

The pace was unhurried, each moment drawn out as if they had all the time in the world. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling them closer until there was no space left between them. Her fingers traced patterns on his back, their touch light but insistent, as if they were trying to convey everything they couldn’t put into words.

As the night stretched on, their connection deepened, each touch and kiss a testament to the love and trust they shared. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in the beauty of the moment.