Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“You’re welcome, Little girl. Let’s see. Where was I?”
She held her breath, imagining him looking over her as he tried to recall where he had last washed her body. His fingers retraced his path—up one leg, down the next, skip to her hand, and up the inside of her arm. She shivered as he once again brushed the side of her breast.
“Oh, yes. This is where I stopped.”
He continued cleaning her skin, smoothing over her shoulder and across her collarbones to the other side. Zara held as still as possible so she didn’t dislodge the cloth over her eyes. His touch was so difficult to resist.
When he reached her fingers on the other side, Kestrel repeated his massage of her hands as she melted against the porcelain tub. As he lowered her fingers back into the water, she held her breath. What would he wash next?
She felt his hand press the cloth over her eyes to hold it in place. “Lean forward, Little Swan,” he softly directed as he helped her move into the position he wanted.
Slow, smooth strokes over her back made her groan with pleasure.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked and pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he continued washing all the way to her bottom.
When he helped her settle back against the tub, she sighed in disappointment. She didn’t want it to end. The touch of the washcloth on her neck totally dispersed her regret. He gripped her throat and held her firmly for a second before sliding the cloth around the back of her neck. That brief feeling of having her breath constricted was a spark to the arousal growing inside.
“Hmmm? Your pulse increased, Little Swan. I can see it pounding right here.” His fingers traced over the artery.
“Daddy…”
“I know. Bath time can be exciting. It’s okay, Little one. I’m here to take care of you.”
He swirled the cloth down the midline of her body. The edges brushed over the inside curve of her breasts, increasing her arousal. Zara squeezed her legs together, trying to control it. Kestrel didn’t allow that. He stroked the washcloth up her torso to cup one breast. His finger or thumb swept the wet material across her nipple over and over again until she moaned.
“So responsive,” he praised before repeating the process on the other side.
She was not at all ready for him to move on when he drew the cloth down her body again. A whimper of protest escaped, embarrassing her, but the kiss that landed on her forehead reassured her.
“Spread your legs, Zara,” he requested. His firm tone didn’t allow her to do anything but comply.
Slowly, she drew her knees up and let them fall slightly open. He pressed her knees to the sides of the tub with warm, wet hands. “Just like that, Little Swan.”
He swished the washcloth over her small mound before gliding it lightly down her cleft. The second pass was closer to her core as he dipped cloth-covered fingers into her pink folds. He didn’t stop there. The material continued farther down her body, gliding between her buttocks to brush over that small hidden entrance. The textured fabric rasped over the nerve-rich target repeatedly as she struggled not to move—not to react.
“It’s okay, Zara. Daddy knows.”
She shivered in reaction to that reassurance. How could he read her mind? How did he know exactly what she was feeling and needing?
Zara felt a whisp of fabric touch her ankle before Kestrel caressed her with his fingertips, the washcloth disappearing as he touched her directly. The breath caught in her throat as he explored her body. Each touch pushed her closer to something she didn’t quite understand—but wanted so badly.
Zings of pleasure assaulted her, buffeting her body as he built on the fire already sizzling inside her. She reached out a hand, needing to tether herself to him. Blindly floundering, she felt his warm skin and wrapped her hand around his thick bicep. Her fingers clamped down as she held on with all her strength.
“Yessss!” she screamed into the room. Her voice echoed against the hard surfaces of the bathroom as she twisted in the water.
He softened his touch and gathered her in his arms, lifting her seemingly effortlessly from the tub to stand in front of him. The fabric fell away from her eyes, and she stared into his face as he wrapped her in a thick, thirsty towel. His expression seared itself into her memory. Fierce passion and possession carved themselves in his features as his gaze blazed with heat. She lifted a hand to cup his face, and he turned his mouth to her palm to sear it with a kiss.
“Daddy?”
“You are so precious, Zara.”
Carefully, he dried her skin and wrapped her in the towel. “Bedtime, Little girl. Do you want to sleep with Daddy or in your playroom?”