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Crouching, I plugged the tub and let it fill with hot water. When I turned around, she was leaning against the mirror with her eyes closed. “I need you to stay awake just a bit longer for me, little fawn.” I cupped her face in my hands, and her dreary eyes blinked open. “There’s my girl.”
“I don’t want to get pregnant,” she whispered, and my chest squeezed.
“You won’t.”
“But what if?—”
“You won’t,” I said again, firmer. “And even if you did, I’d take care of you and our baby.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to get pregnant,” she said again. “I don’t want to be a mom. I’m too—I’m too broken to be one.”
Leaning forward, I kissed her gently, savoring her taste. “You’re not too broken. You’re perfect.” I rested my forehead against hers, breathing her in. When I pulled away, she looked like she didn’t believe me, but she didn’t say anything.
Moving toward the tub, I turned the water off and ran my hand through it, testing the temperature. I lifted her from the counter again and settled her into the warm water, watching her sigh at the feel of it.
“Just relax and let me take care of you.” I didn’t know if she was too exhausted or drunk to protest, but she reclined against the wall and closed her eyes, letting me smooth a washcloth doused in my soap over her body and between her legs.
I rushed to the kitchen to grab a cup before returning and filling it with water, soaking her hair with it. She sighed as I massaged shampoo into her scalp, her body sinking further under the water.
“Are you okay, little fawn?” I asked again, eyeing her as she dozed slightly.
She inhaled sharply, startled at my voice. Her eyes drifted open, but her lids were heavy. “I’m okay,” she sighed. I smoothed my thumb over her cheek, and she leaned into my touch. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” I pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before washing the shampoo from her hair, then adding conditioner. She let me massage her body, coaxing her into deeper relaxation. She’d had a long night and deserved to be rewarded for everything I’d just done to her. Even if she’d enjoyed it, I knew it had to have taken a toll on her, and judging by how tired she was, I knew I was right.
After washing all the soap from her body and hair, I let the tub drain and lifted her out, drying her off before carrying her to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed and tugged one of my t-shirts over her head. Immediately, she sighed contentedly, looking so safe and comfortable, it made my chest ache.
I helped her get under the covers and watched her nestle into the pillow. I stared at her as she drifted to sleep, her body rising and falling at a steady rhythm.
I’d already known I was in love with her, but in that moment, it solidified in my mind. I’d do anything for her to look like this every night. Sated and content, but safe and loved.
Climbing into the bed beside her, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you,” I whispered, but she didn’t stir. “I love you.” Nothing. She was too tired to hear, too tired to care, probably.
But I said it one last time before wrapping her in my arms and holding her close for the rest of the night.
* * *
Sunlight bathed my bedroom in soft morning light. Usually, waking up in this room was depressing. It usually made me want to jump out of the nearest window, but not this morning.
This morning my sweet little fawn was sleeping beside me, her steady breathing grounding me in a way I’d never felt before. Her hair was curlier than usual, and her dark freckles were stark against her cheeks and nose.
It was impossible not to let my fingers ghost over her skin, tracing her features. As I brushed my fingertips along her face, I pushed away any stray strands of hair and watched her shift in her sleep. I held my breath, waiting for her eyes to blink open. But she didn’t wake up; she only settled back into the pillow, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Over and over, I traced the contours of her face, committing every detail to memory. Her long black eyelashes, the curve of her nose, the fullness of her lips—she was so perfect.
Leaning forward, I pressed a lingering kiss against her lips. They were just as soft as when she was awake, maybe even more so now that her body was totally limp and relaxed. I trailed my tongue along the seam of her mouth, tasting her for the first time in hours. My cock hardened in my boxers as memories of last night flooded me.
I pulled away and lifted the blanket. The shirt I’d given her to sleep in had bunched up around her waist, exposing her body. I winced at the welts on the back of her thigh and ass. They were bright red last night, but had shifted into a soft pink color today. She was going to be sore; I knew that. But I’d take care of her. She wouldn’t leave this bed, not if I could help it.
A pang of guilt swirled inside me as I ran my finger over one of the worst welts. Maybe I was too rough on her. But she’d enjoyed it—I knew she had. She’d never come as hard as she had last night. Whether it was from being so drunk she couldn’t control her body or because she was as fucked in the head as I was, I didn’t know or care. All I knew was that she’d liked it. More than liked it.
I lifted my gaze back to her face, feeling the guilt fade away as I watched her sleep, her dark hair spread out over the pillow like a halo. She was my angel, my salvation, my redemption. My everything.
Gently, I rolled her onto her back, watching as she winced in her sleep. I leaned down and pressed another kiss to her forehead, then on the tip of her nose. Shifting above her, I trailed kisses down her body, gently nudging her legs apart.
Her warm body soaked into my skin as I nestled myself between her legs, my cock throbbing in my boxers. I ground my hips against the mattress, needing relief. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to taste her. I needed to consume her.
Lowering my head, I pressed my nose against the seam of her pussy, inhaling deeply and savoring her scent. A groan escaped me as I ran my tongue along her slit, teasing her. She shifted under me, and I knew she was silently begging for more. Smirking against her skin, I parted her pussy with my fingers and flicked my tongue against her clit.
