Page 102 of Silent Damage

His eyes linger over my dick for a moment, then he leans in and kisses the head.

“I’ll make you feel good,” he assures me. “We just need to take care of you first.”

My breath hitches when he kisses my dick again.

“Gabe—”

“Get in the tub,” he says. “You need to soak for a while.”

Once I’m seated in the bathtub, Gabe uses a washcloth to clean me. My eyes close as he massages my body with the cloth, making sure to be careful where the bruises are.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Amazing,” I sigh.

“Good.”

I blink open my eyes and see him studying my body, and my skin tingles as his eyes trail over me.

Steam fogs up the bathroom, and Gabe, with his light skin and dark eyes, looks otherworldly through the mist.

My hand rises to cup his face and our gazes meet.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” he asks.

I motion to the bath. “All of this.

“You don’t need to thank me for that.”

“Yes, I do.”

There’s a moment of silence as we stare at each other.

“Come in with me,” I finally say.

“We both won’t fit,” he says through a little laugh.

“We will if we’re close.”

His smile is big and warm, reminding me of how he smiled at Torren tonight, and I feel so good that I’m the one receiving it now.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.

“You won’t. Come.”

He kisses the palm of my hand and nods, rising to undress.

“Slower,” I urge. “Let me watch.”

Gabe’s smile is devilish as he slowly lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. His boxers peek out of his baggy black pants, and the contrast with his pale skin has me feral.

He unbuttons his pants, but I stop him. “Turn around. Pull them down slowly.”

Gabe turns, peeking over his shoulder to look at me, then slowly lowers his pants to reveal his plaid boxers.

He hooks the waistband with his thumbs and lowers his boxers to show his perfect ass as he bends forward.