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“Go.”
I linger behind her, watching as she wobbles to the bathroom. Her ass is painted red in my handprints, and her pussy is well fucked. It’s an amusing sight but also one of ownership. I’d have it no other way.
As my heart begins to slow, I follow her into the bathroom where she’s already poured herself a glass of water. I tut softly and set up behind her, sliding my arms around her waist and caressing her heated skin with flat palms.
“That’s my job,” I murmur in her ear, “aftercare.”
She meets my gaze in the mirror. “You’re just out of the hospital, I should be caring for you.”
“You already did.” Trailing my lips from ear to neck, I kiss over her pulse point and the beat flutters under my lips.
I could take her again, right here and she’d let me.
Cara sets the empty glass down and turns to face me, pressing her hands to my shoulders and pushing me back towards the shower.
“Get in,” she smiles warmly, and again my heart lifts in my chest. She holds such warmth in her eyes for me now. Such power and it only continues to grow, as does my quiet admiration.
She’s tackling Blair like the headstrong woman she is, defending herself against the poisoning and she trusted me to have her back without a second thought.
And she’s becoming quite devilish in bed.
My smile doesn’t ease even as I step into the shower and turn on the spray. Pain flares up on my forearm immediately where she’s left her scratches and I eye them proudly. She joins me a moment later and turns her face into the spay as I lather up my hands and begin to gently wash her back.
“Do you feel okay?” she asks, eyes still closed under the pour.
“Fine,” I reply. “The doctor did tell me to take it easy so maybe keep this between us.”
“Killian!” Her eyes snap open and she punches lightly at my shoulder. “We could have made you worse!”
Laughter bubbles up like a bark and I draw her into my arms, swirling soap patterns along her back and up to her shoulders.
“You’re my fucking cure Cara, nothing about you can make me worse.”
She shakes her head, a pout forming over her lips as her dark eyes run a concerned sweep up and down my body. I’m still standing, that’s all that matters.
Plus fucking Cara fiercely helps return power to my veins even if my limbs ache with lingering weakness.
“Still, I’m supposed to take care of you, not help you get worse.”
“I already told YOU,” I reassure her, “you make me feel better.”
Regardless, Cara takes over control of the shower and I can’t say I mind. Having a beautiful woman bearing my marks wash me down like I’m some kind of God? That’ll inflate anyone’s ego.
I spend some quality time washing her spanked ass just to hear her whimper before we leave the shower, bundle up in the fluffiest of towels and wander downstairs for a snack. Energy recuperation is important after such an activity.
“Coffee?” I ask but Cara shakes her head and shoves me onto a stool.
“No, I’ll make cocoa.”
“Cocoa?” It takes me by surprise and I rest on an elbow as she darts about the kitchen collecting the pot and milk, pausing every so often when her body reminds her of how fucked she just was.
“Yes, with milk and chocolate,” She quirks a brow at me as she lights the stove.
“I know what it is,” I remark, “I just haven’t… had something like that since I was a kid.”
“Me neither.” Cara starts to heat the milk, keeping one eye on it as she chops up some chocolate cubes. “But after what happened to my father, I had a craving, and then seeing you in hospital I— I don’t know. Comfort I guess.”
Oh, sweet thing.
