“You’re exhausted,” I murmured, my voice low and gentle.I ran my fingers lightly down her arm, feeling the goosebumps that prickled her skin.“And cold.”
Without waiting for her response, I stood up, not willing to let her shiver any longer.I crossed the room to the small bathroom, where the clawfoot tub had always seemed indulgent until now.I twisted the shiny brass knobs until the porcelain tub began to fill with hot water.The steam rose in curls, carrying with it the faint scent of sandalwood and musky amber from the bath salts scattered on a shelf.
As I turned back toward the bedroom, I caught the reflection of Sabrina’s face in the mirror above the sink.She was watching me, her eyes heavy with a mix of gratitude and something more intense.Something that made the air between us hum with electricity.
I returned to her, the sound of the running water filling the otherwise silent cabin.Sabrina had moved to the edge of the couch, her eyes locked onto mine as I approached.
“Come,” I said softly, reaching out my hand.“I’ve run you a bath.”
Sabrina slipped her hand into mine, her fingers cold against my warm palm.I led her to the bathroom, the steam from the bath wrapping around us like a tender embrace.She hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between the bath and me, before taking a step closer.
“Logan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.Before I could respond, she pressed her lips to mine, the kiss slow and deep.The sensation of her mouth against mine sent a surge of heat through my body, igniting a fire within me that rivaled the one burning in the hearth.
Sabrina’s hands slid up my chest, her fingers tracing the contours of my muscles through my shirt.I could feel the tension in her body melt away, replaced by a hunger that matched my own.The steam from the bath enveloped us, creating a cocoon of warmth and desire.
When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with passion, and a small, secretive smile played on her lips.“I think this bath might be big enough for two.”
My breath caught as the invitation in her eyes was unmistakable.The thought of joining her in the bath, of feeling her skin slippery and slick with water, sent a rush of primal desire through me.My wolf howled within, eager to claim his mate.
“Sabrina,” I whispered, my voice ragged with need.It was all the answer she needed.
She undressed me slowly, her touch lingering on every bruise and scar.Each caress was a silent promise of healing, of acceptance.I stood still, letting her take the lead even as my wolf growled with impatience, wanting nothing more than to claim her, to make her mine completely.
When I was finally bare before her, the cold washroom air contrasting sharply with the heat of the bath, Sabrina’s eyes met mine.There was a vulnerability in her gaze, but also wanton desire that sent a jolt of possessiveness through me.Reverently, I returned the favor, revealing her body bit by bit until all of her creamy skin glowed under the flickering light from the fire.
She turned the taps off and drew me toward the tub.I stepped in, feeling the scented water lapping at my skin, then gripped her waist, guiding her in after me.She settled between my legs, her back against my chest, and the sudden warmth of her skin against mine made my breath hitch.
Sabrina reached for the bottle of massage oil on the shelf, pouring it into her hands, and began massaging my shoulders.Her fingers worked magic, kneading the knots away, soothing the constant ache that had become a part of me.I groaned low in my throat, the tension melting away under her touch.
As she worked, I slipped my hands over her hips, feeling the supple curves beneath my fingertips.I found the massage oil and poured it onto my palms, rubbing them together to warm the liquid.I started with her stomach, working in slow circles, my fingers sliding through the oil, tracing the delicate lines of her muscles, her skin soft and slick under my touch.
I lifted my hands to her shoulders, my thumbs pressing into the knots at the base of her neck.She moaned softly, letting her head fall back against my chest.Her surrender, the way she gave herself over to me, sent a primal surge of power through me.
I moved my hands lower, massaging every inch of her as if it were sacred ground.She arched against me as I slid my hands to her thighs, taking the oil with them.When I finally eased my fingers between her legs, her gasp was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
She was slick, the oil blending with her own arousal, turning her into a slippery dream under my touch.I circled her clit, teasing, edging, driving her wild before pushing two fingers inside her.She clenched around me, and I felt the first ripple of a deep, dark need.
I pressed my lips against her shoulder, whispering my intentions into her ear.“I want to prepare you for me, Sabrina.All of you.”
She nodded, her breath coming in quick pants as I slid my finger, slick with oil, around the rim of her tighter opening.She tensed for a moment, but I kissed her neck, my voice a low rumble against her skin.“Open for me, sweetheart.Let me in.”
She relaxed, her body becoming pliant, trusting.I pushed in gently, feeling her stretch around me.The growl that ripped from my throat was animalistic, primal.She moaned, her body writhing against mine, seeking more.
I lifted her, turning her to face me, her legs wrapping around my waist.Her eyes were dark pools of desire, and I saw my own reflection in them, wild and untamed.I positioned myself, feeling my cock nudge at her entrance.She hesitated, her breath catching as she felt the size of me.
“You can take it,” I murmured, my voice a low growl.“Be a good girl and let me in.”
She whimpered as I began to push inside her, her body stretching to accommodate me.I felt her tense, and I kissed her deeply, sucking her lower lip into my mouth as I inched deeper.“That’s it, baby.Take it all.”
Her whimpers turned into soft moans as she adjusted to my size, the pain giving way to pleasure.I thrust slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of me.Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin as she began to move with me, her hips meeting mine.
As Sabrina wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me deeper into her, I could feel her body opening up to me, trusting me completely.The sensation of her wet heat enveloping me was intoxicating, but I wanted more.I wanted all of her.
I slipped one hand between us, tracing the curve of her ass, my fingers slick with the massage oil that still coated our skin.As I thrust into her, I circled her tight entrance with my index finger, applying gentle pressure.She tensed for a moment, but I kissed her deeply, distracting her as I eased my finger into her ass.
The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that sent jolts of electricity coursing through my body.Sabrina gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the dual invasion.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured against her lips.“Let me in.Let me feel you completely.”
