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“That’s better,” I coo, kissing the top of her head as I lower her into the tub. “Just stay there. I’m going to grab a washcloth.”
I step over to the vanity, practically ripping the cabinet door from its hinges. I’m furious, but it’s with no one other than myself. I lost my fucking mind when I saw her there in the forest, all naked, bloody and helpless. I just couldn’t help it. I had to have her.
A loud splash echoes off the tile, and I swing my head over so fast I give myself whiplash. Lillith eyes are alight, her perky tits heaving with a giggle as she raises her arm above her head. Before I have the chance to stop her, she swings her arm down, sending bathwater spraying across the walls and floor.
“What the fuck!” I hiss, narrowing my eyes as her grin spreads. “Stop that, Lillith.” In response, she cups her hand and throws more water in my direction.
“Fuck me,” I groan, pinching my brow. “Are you drunk or something?”
“Cock drunk!”
I roll my eye. “I didn’t even fuck you, little flower.”
She frowns, her lips working their way into a mighty pout. “Oh.”
“Yeah, so—”
“We can fix that,” she whispers, her voice unusually husky as her eyes trail below my belt. “If you want.”
“Jesus fuck, don’t do this to me now.” I tear my gaze away from her, rubbing a hand roughly over my face. “I’m serious, Lillith. I need to clean you up.”
“Okay!” Just like that, she sits back, the picture of obedience. I eye her cautiously as I crouch next to the tub, but she doesn’t seem like she has anything up her sleeve. I wet the rag and reach across her for the bar of soap, and that’s when she attacks. Using a surprising amount of strength, she grips my forearm and hauls me face-first into the tub. Clothes and all.
When I resurface, she has that mischievous little smile carved onto her face. Her raven hair is slicked to her forehead, partially covering those brilliant emeralds I love so much.
“You are unspeakably beautiful, little flower,” I breathe, my chest constricting at the way her lids lower seductively. I’m not even pissed at her for pulling that little stunt. All I want to do is look at her, to memorize each delicate curve of her body.
“So are you,” she whispers, her fingers reaching toward the right side of my face. On impulse, I flinch back, but she’s far from deterred. The pads of her fingers brush my cheek, and a low hiss slips from my lips. I close my eye tight, keenly aware of my tortured skin pulsing beneath her touch. “Does it hurt?”
“No. I don’t feel much of anything,” I tell her honestly. “It feels like a whisper. Like the breeze of a hot summer night.”
“Oh.” She pulls away, but I grab her wrist and hold her there.
“Please don’t stop. It feels… nice,” I murmur, loosening my grip as she resumes her exploration. While she’s distracted, I lather the soap on the washcloth and raise it to her temple, dabbing away the dried blood and dirt. Her fingers trail over my permanent smile line, and she gasps as she realizes just how deep I was cut.
“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”
I shake my head, a chuckle building in my chest. “Lillith, you’re saving me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
LILLITH
My eyes go wide as Kain resumes his gentle dabbing, seemingly unbothered by the bomb he just dropped on me. Saving him? Just what the hell am I supposed to make of that? More importantly, why does it make me all giddy inside?
The room threatens to spin out of focus again, so I concentrate on the sensation of his skin beneath my fingertips. I need something to ground me.
My eyes trail over his inked skin and down his defined abdomen before resting on his very noticeable erection. I’m surprised he doesn’t pass out with all the blood it takes to get that thing up…
“Lillith.” My eyes pop at his groan, and I’m met with a hardened scowl as I look up. “Take your hand off my cock, now.” Oh shit. I let out a little gasp as I yank my hand away from his crotch. I didn’t even realize I was touching him.
“Sorry,” I whisper, casting my face downward so he doesn’t see the heat spreading across my cheeks. His hand reaches for my chin, and that’s when I notice his knuckles. I snatch his hand in mine, my earlier embarrassment forgotten as I inspect the wound.
“What happened?” I run my fingertip gently across the broken skin, careful not to irritate it further. “Did you get in a fight?”
Kain cocks his head, watching my face as I turn his wrist over and palpate the area for fractures. “Why are you doing that?”
“Doing what?”
