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“Husband?” she asks in a low voice and I hum in response. “Can I wash you like you’ve washed me?”
My throat strains and I rasp, “Fuck yes.” But I already feel like I’ve been washed with her. With her I no longer feel unclean.
She soaps up her hands and I shudder when her flat palms trace over me with the kind of gentleness that awakens aggression. Makes me want to bury myself into her and shoot so much of my load that it makes her think twice before showing another man that same gentleness.
When her hand goes to my crotch, she hesitates as if she forgot about that part of me and I don’t exactly make it any easier. The second her fingertips brush against me, I grow hard, my body ready to have her again.
“It’s fine,” I begin, “you don’t have to...” I hiss when she ignores me, her hand cleaning me until I almost rock back on my heels and I let out a curse under my breath when I feel myself close to blasting. “Daphne, that’s enough...”
Taking her hands back, she gives me a long look steps out of the shower while I’m breathing raggedly. She’s got protruding dimples on her back, deep round ones that I want to put my thumbs into to control the way she rocks back at me.
Throwing a glance over her shoulder, she notices my hungry gaze and a smile pulls at her lips before she snatches a towel and wraps herself in it. I’m tempted to yank it from her and make her walk around naked the whole day but instead I step out of the shower and grab a towel of my own.
Wrapping it around my hips, I murmur, “Once you get dressed, I want to show you something. I have a little surprise. I set it up in the library yesterday.”
Daphne crooks a brow. “Is it a good one?” A hint of a smile pops around her mouth. “It better be.”
I give her a secretive shrug and there’s a tinge of excitement on her face and she pops out of my bedroom and I find myself staring after her. It gives me the crawls, the thought of her being gone. There is nothing that’s compelling her to stay here. If I wasn’t holding her captive, nothing could stop her from walking right out and never throw me a second glance again.
A second thought.
She had a life before me. What’s not to say, that she’ll pick up her life right where she left it when I let her go.If I let her go...
I rub my jaw in annoyance. Fuck, I can’t keep thinking like that. I rub my face, shaking my head to shake off those thoughts and then I get dressed. We meet up in the hallway and her eyes slide down my body and she bites her lip, averting her gaze but it’s too late.
I already noticed the way she looked at me and I pull her in for a kiss. Her mouth is vulnerable before I even have to probe it open, her tongue thrusting against mine until she’s out of breath. And that’s when she’s the most mesmerizing. When she’s breathless. When she’s given away all she has to me.
“Ready for your surprise?” I ask and she nods. I intertwine our fingers and take her to the library. “It’s over there in the boxes,” I add, pointing at the round table in the corner and she lets go of my hand and opens up one of the cartons.
I’m expecting her to let out a sound of delight but she silences before looking up. “You remembered,” she whispers.
Her eyes sparkle with emotion, her cheeks turning ruddy.
I nod, shrugging. I got her some of that candle making stuff that she likes and it was worth it, just to see that smile on her face. And preferably I’d want to stay and watch her like this but I got some business to take care of.
“Everything you need is in there,” I say and she nods, “you should be able to keep yourself busy with that while I go into town.”
Her head sharply flays. “You’re leaving?”
“Don’t get excited. I’ll only be gone for an hour or so.”
She pretends to face-palm herself. “And here I was already planning my next escape attempt.”
“I’m sure you were,” I say dryly but I have a feeling that the trying to get away part is over now. She’s come to term with this. No more struggling. She’s no longer fighting me like a wildcat. Now she’s my little housecat, laying on her back and leisurely tanning her belly in the sun and allowing me to pet her whenever I feel like it.
“Gotta go,” I say and she looks up at me.
“Hurry back,” she murmurs, then jerks as if realizing what she just said and she looks away with flushing cheeks, surprised that she’s accepted me.
Tenderness twinges in my chest and I nod. I can sense her surrender everywhere. In my body, in the air, in her voice. I have her where I wanted her all along. She’s mine.
“Husband?” she asks quickly before I leave and I raise my brows. “Why do you, you know...cuff yourself?”
In response, I gently pull up her sleeve, stroking my fingers over the raised and slightly pink skin that looked like that even before she came here. “Why do you?”
Eleven
Daphne
