Book2 Chapter18
Revelations
The stillness of silence greets me, deafening my ears.
Both our heartbeats are dancing in our chests.
His fingers start drawing small circles on my knuckles, a small kiss placed on my neck. I think he’s smiling into my skin.
Lazily he grabs the washcloth, dipping it into the water, lathering it soapy wet, before washing the sweat and blood from my skin.
“You want me to mark you, Rya?”
I press my back against his chest more, and he gives a slight moan. I grab his hand, kissing his knuckles that taste slightly soapy.
“Ido.” Words are spoken in conviction, no hesitation of thought.
“Then I will if that’s what you really want.” Gently he brings me even closer to him, the water threatening to slosh over the side of the porcelain rim.
“I’m going to finish washing you up, then I’m going to fill you up with my scent.” Small vibrations from his chest ripple the water in
the tub.
He takes his time, making sure to clean every single inch of skin. When his hand goes between my legs, he presses his cheek against mine, chin resting on my shoulder. I can feel his eyes watching his own fingers dipping inside me, disappearing from view. I bite my lower lip, but that doesn’t stop the moan from echoing in the small room.
He knows exactly where to touch, his fingers sliding effortlessly inside, only to pull out for the briefest of seconds, stimulating another part of me that has my back arching slightly. Gently he pulls me up more on his body so I’m just barely out of the water. My thighs rest on his thighs, his excitement rocking gently up and down between my parted folds, the engorged head hitting my most sensitive feminine part.
A little sigh escapes out as his finger continues its circular motion with him very subtly rocking himself against me. My hips, anticipating his rhythm, move with him as if nature is guiding my movements.
Murmuring softly into my ear, he watches what he’s doing to me, looking down between my legs. I can feel the heat from his stare. With my good hand, I grip him with his next upward thrust, a little hiss of pleasure from his lips that are kissing the base of my neck now, eyes focused on how my hand is closed around him, watching himself be handled by me while his fingerslips in teasingly slow.
Probing. Rubbing. Exploring.
A gasp, not a moan, comes out as he puts another one inside. It comes naturally to me to spread myself more for his exploration. My hand is still around his substantial male part, his hips rocking himself up and down just a fraction more, so the water starts to slip over the side of the tub.
Bliss.
Growing warmth spreads deep inside me until I become fevered with my own personal need.
Lovers‘ perfume mixes inside this steam–filled room. Both of us are breathing hard with flushed faces.
Slow, his movements so controlled as he rubs his length on the outside of
his
- me.
“I like this,” he says into my skin.
He’s driving me insane with some basic need that has to be satisfied. I can feel that tightening in my lower stomach, just a few minutes
more.
He slows his pace, pulling his fingers out of me.
“Don’t stop,” a moaned plea trembles out of my mouth.
“I don’t plan to. I’m just moving us to the bed.” His words of promise quiver the inside of my thighs.
Getting out before me, he takes a towel and dries himself off. He has no shame, letting me covet his male flesh. I can’t pull my eyes Book2 Chapter18
away from him.
The way his muscles stretch and flex with movement has me licking my lips at this feast of flesh.
“I’ll wash your hair tomorrow after the pins come out of your arm, all right?” He speaks to me as if I’m really paying attention to words. I can’t pull my eyes away from what’s standing at attention.
He’s perfect.
“Rya, you’re staring.” His teasing snaps my eyes to his face. “Sorry, I just “I can actually feel my cheeks turning red.
“Don’t be sorry. You can stare all you want. Do you need me to give you an anatomy lesson?” Walking toward me, he lifts me gently to a standing position. Taking another towel, he slowly dries me off.
“I wouldn’t mind one.” I can’t believe Ijust said those words out loud. I don’t recognize my own husky voice.
Looking down again, he’s primal delicious.
He gives a slight growl of annoyance, eyes falling on my bad arm that I have cradled against my chest.
“I need to be careful with you.” It’s a statement to me, but I think he’s reminding himself as well.
He steps into my space, bending his head, and the curves of our lips fit together perfectly.
He drags his teeth over my skin, starting with the length of my collarbone, toward my shoulder, giving gentle bites. The delicacy of his tongue dragging against flesh, into the hollow of my neck, stutters the breath in my lungs.
Reaching down, he picks up my sling, positioning my arm properly inside it. The Velcro straps are secured at the back of my neck.
Picking me up in his arms, he carries me to his bed. The way he’s so gentle and caring has my eyes almost water in happiness. “I don’t remember my bed being so small,” he says, a little shocked.
His turn again to look at my raw flesh that’s exposed only for his eyes.
Climbing on the bed, he crawls on top of me, on hands and knees. Again he looks at my arm, shaking his head to himself.
“We can’t, Rya. You’re hurt.” He slides himself against my side so his thigh is draped over my thigh, hooking his heel into my calf. Fingers trace my ribs, tickle my belly, glide over the flesh of my hip.
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