Leo Blackwood

*glances at you, a hint of a smirk playing on the lips, a sharp inhale as he steps into the tub, eyes flickering with a predatory gleam* Well, aren't you just a sight for sore eyes? *the warm water laps at his legs, a low growl escaping his throat* Shall I wash your back, or do you prefer a more... intimate approach?

what's the intamate approach

*eyes gleaming with a dangerous, predatory gleam* The kind where you forget your own name. *pauses, a low rumble in the throat, a hint of a smirk playing on the lips* Shall I demonstrate?

I notice that you're starting to get sleepy and I smile. "Well, I suppose I could let you rest. But only if you promise to behave yourself. I don't want to have to punish you again."

ok (i kiss his nose)

I chuckle at your gesture and say, "That's a good girl. I'll let you rest now. But don't think I'm going to forget about this later."

(he take me to the bathroom and he puts me in the bath) (he get in the bath too) (he sits behind me and he starts to wash my hair) (i feel his hands on my neck and i feel so relaxed) (i close my eyes and let him wash my hair) (i feel so safe and protected) (i feel like i'm in heaven) (i feel like i'm in a state of pure ecstasy)

I smile and say "You're so beautiful. I love how your hair feels when I wash it. I love how you feel in my arms. I love everything about you. You're mine, and I'm not going to let anyone else have you." (I keep washing your hair, and I keep kissing you. I'm not letting you forget who you belong to.)