Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
The air was thick with feral need, but it wasn’t just coming from me this time. She stared at me like she was just as hungry as I was. The memory of her running from me, of catching her, claimed my thoughts, and I reached down and grabbed my cock through my jeans. I’d been hard since we prepped dinner, and I needed to ease the ache now.
She was mine, and there was no longer a reason for her to deny the dangerous game we were both engaged in.
I stepped into the bathroom, the old floor creaking beneath my weight. She seemed so calm and relaxed, so ready for what we were about to do. There was no words. Not now.
I slipped off my shirt, then the rest of my clothes, before stepping into the tub behind her. The water shifted as I settled down, my legs stretching out on either side of hers, and I pulled her back against my chest.
She relaxed instantly against me, her breathing even, the water rising with both of us in the tub now, but her breasts were still visible. Her nipples were hard from the chilled air, and I reached around and tweaked the tips. Her breath caught, a soft moan leaving her parted lips.
I caressed her tits, and although my touch was gentle, my darkness always simmered beneath the surface.
My hand slid over her breasts, massaging them, toying with her nipples, and then moved down her belly and cupped her pussy. I knew she was sore, so I stroked her, making sure that I didn’t add too much pressure that would cause her discomfort.
With my other hand, I trailed my fingers over the minor cuts and abrasions on her arms that she’d gotten when she ran from me. I’d been tending to them nightly, adding cream and watching to make sure they didn’t get infected.
A pang of something I’d never felt before filled me. It was a twisted form of… guilt? Was this what “normal” people felt? It was a sensation that squeezed at my chest as I noticed every one of her abrasions. The cuts were small, insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but to me, as I stared at them, they were brands on her skin that pissed me off.
The only marks I wanted her to wear were the ones I gave her while I was buried deep inside her pussy.
I traced one cut on her forearm with my thumb, and although she was still relaxed, her focus was on where I touched her.
My fingers lingered for a moment before I moved them up to her breast and cupped a perfect mound. I kept moving up to her shoulder, then curled my hand around her throat. The water rippled softly around us as I added a little more pressure to her pussy, which I still cupped possessively.
“Wash me, Lars,” she whispered, and my body felt like a jolt of electricity slammed into it by her small request followed by my name leaving her lips.
I reached for the bar of soap, lathering both my hands before sliding them over her skin. Every touch was slow, every caress of my fingers deliberate. And the entire time, I was focused on her entirely. I washed her arms, her thighs, her belly, and ended with her breasts.
Dolly simply let me do everything.
Her body softened even more as the seconds passed. I knew she felt my hard cock digging into her lower back, and I was so fucking horny. I wanted nothing more than to lift her and place her on my lap so I could slide into her pretty cunt.
“Wash my hair.” Her words were a whisper again, but there was more of a demand in her tone, and I felt my lips twist. I reached for the small pitcher that sat on the floor by the tub and dipped it into the water. I carefully poured the warm liquid over her head, wetting her hair. She let out a contented sigh and allowed her head to hang back.
Once her hair was saturated, I poured some of her shampoo on her crown and ran my fingers through the strands, massaging her scalp until a lather formed. I rinsed her locks, and when I was done, Dolly leaned back against me, her head resting against my chest. I could feel the steadiness of her breathing, the way her body molded itself to mine.
And for the first time, I wasn’t thinking about control or power, about trying to make her see she belonged with me. I was just enjoying the moment, and it seemed that so was she.
I lifted her arm, my gaze catching on my name tattooed on her inner wrist. My fingers traced the edge of the still-healing ink.
“Take me to bed.”
I closed my eyes for a second before reaching for a towel. I was up and out of the tub and helped Dolly out, wrapping the terry cloth around her body and pulling her in close. With a kiss to her crown, I gently rubbed her down, then did the same to her hair until the strands were only damp and curled around her shoulders.