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I take hold of myself and begin to stroke. “Fuck, that’s good. I don’t know what I want more,” I pant, not bothering to hold back. “To fill your womb or your mouth or your ass.”
Chapter 15
Rina
Mother above.What is he saying?Heat is raging across my skin and I’m unsure if it’s caused by his filthy words, the view of his sculpted chest, or his big hand roughly working his cock. His cock that matches the rest of him, his cock that’s excessive and daunting . . . his cock that I wish he’d at least try to fit inside of me. It’s irrational and messed up and hot as –
“Fuuuck. So close,” he groans. “You watching?”
I nod, all my focus on how he’s now pumping his hips into his fist.
“Oh, shit,” he whispers ever so softly. My eyes jerk up in time to witness his entire visage slacken as warm splashes of his come land on my stomach and thighs.
I take a shaky breath.
He slips the hand on my throat around to the back of my neck and leans down to nuzzle at my ear, carefully lowering my leg to the floor. “You see how beautiful you are? You couldn’t be moreagreeable.”
With a kiss to the corner of my mouth, he leaves me standing there naked, leaning against the bed on unsteady legs, his come dripping down my body in the firelight.
Overcome and vulnerable, I tuck my hands back under my chin to shield myself from whatever will come next. My swirling mind calms somewhat when I realize he’s only gone to an earthenware pitcher that sits on a sideboard to pour some water into a bowl. He wets a rag before returning to me.
The cold, slightly rough texture of the cloth is not as shocking as his wiping at my skin himself. “You’re cleaning me?”
He smiles softly, concentrating on his task. “Yes, I’m cleaning you.” It seems an orgasm improves his disposition tenfold. I’ll have to remember that.
Not wanting to read too much into his actions, I distract myself with his nakedness. It’s not only his still partially-hard length that has my interest, but the muscles of his lower abdomen too. They’re so defined that they make grooves in his skin. I reach out to touch them.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he tuts to still my hand. “That’s not a good idea. You need some rest.” He chucks the rag aside and pulls the night rail over my head before tugging back the furs to get rid of the warming stones. “In you get.”
Feeling completely disconnected, I blink up at him.
He graces me with another soft grin. “It’s the rot gut kicking in,” he explains, scooping me up and placing me on an exceptionally soft, warm mattress. Whatever fantasy this is, I want to stay here forever. That’s my last thought as I sink into a deep sleep.
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I wake to a screaming bladder and an unfamiliar room. With my head a bit muzzy from the wine, it takes a second for yesterday’s events to come back to me, but when they do, I get hit with a deluge of happiness . . . and maybe a smidgeon of embarrassment.
“Luka?” I call hesitantly. No answer. I’m alone.
A soft thumping comes from one of the two windows. The shutter has been partially propped open with a wedge of wood, but strains against the thin rope that keeps it from flying open. There’s enough light for me to take in Luka’s room, which is more of a rectangle than a square with the bed at one end and the now-cold hearth at the other. The door is off to the left, along with a chest and a wardrobe, and the two windows to my right are separated by a sideboard. Evidently Luka has simple tastes.
Spotting a wooden panel-divider in the corner near the fireplace, I reluctantly slip from the warm furs to investigate. In between the rugs, the stones are icy under my bare feet, but I’m more than grateful to discover a chamber pot behind the screen, a proper one with a chair and a lid. No more buckets for this girl.
When I finish, I head for the jug of water on the sideboard and spot a tray of food next to it. My heart free-falls.Am I to eat alone?
A bit of hurt begins to weigh me down as I wash my hands and face. Then my mood plummets straight into despair when the search for my clothes and boots turns up nothing.
“No,” I whisper harshly into the silence. It’s not possible. After last night, he still plans to keep me half-naked and alone? “No,” I deny again, because it can’t be true.
You’re mine.That’s what he’d said. Does that means something different to him than it does to me?
Apprehension rising, I march to the door and tug on the handle. To my ever-lasting relief it opens.
“My a’deve? Can I help you with something?” Ion is standing across from the door in the empty hall.
“Have you seen the deve this morning?”
“Yes.”
