Villains also get Second chance

3rd pov

As promised, Cassius closed his eyes and held her. His hands slowly opened the thread of his shirt that she was wearing. His hands gently touched her neck as he fumbled with it, since he could not see it.

She held his hand and guided him. Soon he held the shirt and took it out slowly in case her hands got hurt.

Then his hands reached her dress. She moved and hugged her from the front. His hands reached her back and opened the zip. The cold wind touched her body and so did his hands roamed on her back, trying to find the threads of the corset.

She gasped as his hands continued to move on her skin. Her breaths turned rugged yet she bit her lips to control

She could not let him know how much his touch made her crazy. His hands finally opened all the threads and the dress fell. She held it from her left hand, afraid that it would fall and she would be standing there completely nude.

Cassius then moved and took his shirt back from his shoulders. He had kept it there so that he could make her wear it again easily.

He took the shirt and put it back in her neck. Slowly using her hand and adjusting it in place.

His hands randomly touched her body, but she felt as if the electricity jolt had hit her when his hand touched her nippples part when adjusting the thread of the shirt.

She had taken off her undergarment as there west not another piece of it. Though it felt dirty she did not have any choice. She decided to wear the shirt only as Cassius did not need it. But she had never thought that her skin would be that sensitive without it. A minor touch of his skin there was making her jostled.

When the shirt was well adjusted to her body, Cassius opened his eyes again.

The whit color shirt that was above the gown before we're not the only thing she was wearing.

It reached up to her thighs, and her mild skin thighs were out in the display for him to feast upon. The shirt was stuck to her body due to all the sweat and he could see the shape of her body. The white see through shirt was making it difficult  to keep eyes away as he could see the two mounds on he breasts and the way its pebbles were poking the shirt.

He gulped as his throat ran dry. He felt as if the fire was burning her again. His Adam's apple moved and then without waiting for her to respond he held her and moved.

His eyes blazed with desire as he looked at her back. She was wearing his clothes and damn, that aroused him too!

He was sure if he stood there and continued to look at her, he would go crazy. He would have pinned her into the bed and then had kissed those lips hard.

She knowingly bit them to tempt him, she knew how it would affect him yet she does so,.. Did she not know how stunning and alluring she was! She was testing his patience to the extreme. It was no better when his eyes were closed because his sense of touch had turned to extremes. He had felt the tender swell of her skin and he would not lie he had grazed his hand there intentionally.

She was like a river swelled to make his mouth turn dry. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Her curves were beautiful, and everything about her was wrecked with innocence and purity. It was so damn blinding!

But it was not that he was the only one getting affected.

Marianne's throat ran dry as she looked at him. He had taken his pants and was standing there in only his underwear and it was the first time to see a man like that. The most he had seen him was without shirt sometimes and that was also enough for her to bleed her nose and now he was stand there nude.

"What happened, Marianne, what are you thinking?" he asked as he looked at her dazed figure.

She was so dazed that she did not even hesitate or deny when he held her. He was expecting her to say that she would walk by herself but she did not, instead this was the first time she did not complain at all. So he was sure she was dead.

"Are you not embarrassed at all?" she asked, confused and the man blinked.

"Embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed?"

"That we are going to bathe together," she replied blinking her eyes.

Cassius was speechless. He finally realized that this scene was only alluring and sexy  for him and not to her. While his mind was filled with dirty thoughts, this girl might only be thinking about every silly innocent thing even at this very moment. It looked like he had to show her first to make her see how bathing could become steamy and sensual.

He smirked as he replied, "why would i be embarrassed Marianne. I have a perfect body to begging with, and i am sure i am still fit and handsome" 

"Sit in the bathtub, Marianne, let me wash you first." he helped her as she raised a leg and entered it.

She had turned around so her back was facing him and he watched, mesmerised, as the water slid down her body. He gulped as he took the soap and held it under the water, and then he rubbed them in his hands until it foamed.

He hesitated for a second, as if he was gathering up his courage to touch her as he was afraid that once he crossed the boundary, he would not be able to hold it back.

He placed his foamy hands on her soft shoulders and started washing her clean.