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Leaning forward, I carefully pull my hair back out of my face. The deep purple tinted skin creeps into my hairline, where there’s a large, jagged cut spidering out in a web. Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks. A light press on the broken skin causes me to instantly hiss. That was fucking stupid. It’s definitely as bad as it looks. Pulling open the drawers of the vanity, I find a razor and breathe a sigh of relief. Each one of my muscles moans as I undress. Slipping into the shower, I lower myself to the floor. I sit under the warm water, letting it soothe some of my aching muscles. I slowly rid my body of the additional fur that has grown in places I can’t stand.
Using the wall, I slowly stand, making sure no dizziness follows. When I step under the hot water, it hits my scalp and I step out of the stream with a small squeal of pain. The door to the bathroom opens, revealing Ethan. He quickly enters and closes the door behind him. He steps into the shower, wearing his sweats and a T-shirt, and guides me over to the built-in bench. I don’t bother trying to object. The look in his eyes says that it would fall on deaf ears anyway.
He grabs a washcloth and runs it under the water, then kneels in front of me. His piercing blue eyes lock onto mine carrying a gentility to them I’ve only seen these past few days. He lifts the fabric beneath the stream. Beads of water run down his face, dripping from his temples and sharp cheeks.
With a precise, butterfly-like touch, he dabs at the cut on my forehead. Despite his delicate efforts, pain rips across my scalp, and I hold back a hiss. Apparently my efforts to hide the pain from him fail. Ethan scrunches his nose and moves the cloth gently down my face away from the open wound.
He lifts my chin and lightly swipes along my face, before offering me a small smile and reaching for the handheld showerhead. Gathering my hair in his hands, he rinses it slowly, working the spray upward until every strand is soaked.
As he grabs the shampoo, water rolls across the valleys in his muscles, sending heat straight to my core. I’m suddenly very aware that I’m completely nude in a shower with the man I can’t stop thinking about. Turning back to me with a palm full of shampoo, his eyes meet mine.
“None of that.” He smiles and starts to lather my hair.
“None of what?” I let my arms fall, exposing my breasts.
His pupils dilate as he audibly inhales.
“Fuck. Are you deliberately trying to torture me?”
“I didn’t know looking at my breasts was torture?”
His eyes roll into the back of his head.
“Don’t even start. You’re putting words in my mouth. Here I am trying to be a gentleman…and now I’m in a trap.”
His choice of words raises my guard, slightly. I look at Ethan, in soaking clothes, still kneeling and washing my hair. The perfect image of gentleness and care wrapped in a wet, sexy package.
“I’m not trying to torture you.” I stop his hand from working shampoo into my hair. “I just…I want…you…” I can’t bring myself to finish the rest of the sentence.
As if hearing my thoughts, he runs his fingers across my face to push the loose strands away from my eyes.
“Patience.” His fingers curl around the back of my neck as he gently pulls me into him. Our lips collide. Our tongues tangle. My body begins melting into his.
He caresses his lips along my jaw, then he catches my earlobe between his teeth. The sensation nearly sends me to my knees. His soft lips brush the side of my neck as he begins kissing a trail down my throat. The bristles of his beard graze the ridge of my collarbone, and I let out an audible moan.
I hook my fingers around the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head. His burning blue eyes send heat straight to my pussy. Stepping out of the stream, he takes off his soaking wet pants, allowing his cock to spring free. My mouth begins to water at the sight of him. He steps toward me and runs his fingers through my hair before curling them into the strands and tugging my head back. Strong enough to get my attention, but not too hard to cause pain.
“You use your mouth to say all manner of hateful things. Show me what it’s capable of when it gives praises.”
Lowering onto my knees, I run my tongue along the length of his shaft.
“Fuck,” he rasps through a strangled breath.
Swirling around the crown of his cock, I bring my hand up to cup his balls. He begins to breathe through clenched teeth. The vision of him enjoying my caresses has me opening my legs and spreading them wide. Closing my lips around the head of his cock, I relax the back of my throat and push forward until I hear the knowing pop, allowing him to dive deep into my throat. He hisses and utters a string of curses. He catches my chin again and pulls his cock out of my throat. The absence has me nearly pouting as I look up.
“I can’t promise that I’ll fuck you gently. Those vicious lips of yours wring the darkness from me in the most wonderful way. But I’ll try.”
My body is already throbbing with the need to have him in me. The thought of him taking me and fucking me using the darkness we share has me throwing my vulnerability aside and begging for it now.
“Please…”
He takes me by the hand and helps me stand. We both wait for the dizziness to take hold, but it doesn’t come. He steps out of the shower and holds a towel for me.
“Head injury, darling. I’m not risking you slipping in the shower.”
The fact that he thinks of my well-being even in the fog of lust sends warmth through my body.
He wraps me in the towel and takes me by the hand. Pulling me into his arms as we exit the bathroom, he guides me to face him as he walks me backward, stopping only when my hips hit the edges of the mattress. He wipes the wet strands sticking to my face, tucking them behind my ear.
