Page 29 of Dark Fey Captive

“I’ll carry it back for you.”

“Are we done already?”

While I could see clearly in the dark, I knew she could not. If we continued, she would hurt herself.

“We can search more tomorrow,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Really?” she asked, her expression shifting to anticipation.

“Yes.”

Flashing me another happy smile, she slipped her hand into mine. It felt small. Fragile. Yet so perfect too. Even in how cold it was. It showed how much more she needed me than clothes, despite her desire to wear them. Once she trusted me, she would no longer need them.

I led her back to our room and used the latch to secure the door so she would rest more comfortably. She glanced at the suitcase when I set it down. I watched her, waiting, hoping she still wanted to undress and cuddle me for warmth as she had said.

She stood unmoving for several seconds. Then, with shaking hands, she removed the baggy top.

I regretted letting her get so cold again. It was difficult to deny her what she wanted, though. I would need to be firmer in the future. Maybe.

She folded the baggy top and tossed it on top of the suitcase. Next, she removed her socks.

My mouth went dry when she pulled the shirt I had given her off over her head.

I liked looking at her. Whether soaked and lips blue from the lake water or dry and resting peacefully on top of me, it didn’t matter. Clothed… Naked… Neither state changed how much I liked looking at her.

But when she was naked, I got to see more of her, so there was more to like.

Her nipples were hard as she folded her shirt and tossed it on top of the other one. Then she bent at the waist again to push her pants down. Standing in front of her, I had a different view this time. The weight of her breasts shifted away from her body, making them look bigger.

I wondered if she would let me warm them with my hands.

My cock dipped and bobbed at the thought, and I fisted my hands so I would not reach for her as she straightened to fold her pants.

After she added them to the pile, she met my gaze.

Her trembling grew more pronounced.

My poor female. So cold.

I picked her up, holding her against me to warm her a little as I crossed to the bed. She didn’t tense when I lay down with her on top of me or when I coaxed her legs apart. I lifted my hips, my cock aching when it tapped her crevice, so she could find a warmer place to tuck her feet.

“You’re so warm,” she said, resting her cheek on my chest, right over my heart.

Could she hear how fast it was beating?

Did she know how badly I wanted to wrap my arms around her?

Instead, I smoothed my hand down her back, focusing on warming her and not the hint of moisture cooling on the tip of my cock.

She let out a contented sigh and tucked her arms against my side, her fingers teasing my ribs as she warmed them.

My cock jerked, and I was thankful she was not close enough to it to feel my reaction.

It did not take long for her breathing to even out.

Once I knew she was sleeping, I used my other hand to warm her too. She made soft sounds in her sleep. This time, they seemed happier, as if she liked what I was doing.

I liked what I was doing too.