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“Turn around,” I said. I glided the sponge over his back, the suds slipping down his skin into the pool of water below, and I set the sponge to the side. He tilted his head back as I reached into his hair. I pushed myself up and the cold air nipped at my exposed body. Hesitation left my muscles tense, but his back was turned, and I knew he couldn’t see my nakedness as I massaged the shampoo into his scalp.
It was all too tempting to let my eyes wander, but I focused on his hair. I tilted my head to see his lashes lower against his cheeks as he closed his eyes. A heavy sigh left him, his shoulders relaxing, and it made me happy that I could aid in releasing his stress.
Once I was done, I tugged on his shoulders for him to lay back so I could wash the shampoo out of his hair. He pushed himself back up as soon as I finished and combed his fingers through his hair. It took everything in me to resist the urge to reach out and touch him.
I dipped my head back, washing the conditioner from my hair. As I came back up, I was suddenly very aware of his presence closing in on me. Marred and naked before him, I fought the urge to sink into the water until I couldn’t be seen anymore. The water’s surface rippled in his movement, the surface reaching just above my breasts.
His hands glided just beneath the water, reaching for my own. He lifted my arms up above the milky surface. I resisted, not wanting to see the reminders of what had been done to me, but it did little as he held them up between us. He dipped his head, his lips gently brushing over each bruise, cut, and scrape, attending to each lovingly.
“For each wound they left,mea luna.” He kissed my wrist. “I swear I will give them tenfold.”
He turned my hands over, lifting them up and pressing his lips to my knuckles as he breathed deeply. “Dammit, I can still smell him on you.” He pressed his forehead against my hands as he tried to calm himself.
A part of me was nervous of the heat his words aroused in me. Though he struggled to contain the primal urges he was combatting, my own need almost reflected his. I could still feel Marcus' hands on my skin, and though I was sore and tired, I didn’t want to feel that anymore. I wanted to feel Damien’s hands, his kisses, his skin against mine. I needed the distraction, needed something else to think about, something else to feel.
I lifted my eyes to him, and my heart danced in my chest. Was it right of me to want this after everything? All I could think about was what his skin would feel like against mine. I’d accepted death, had accepted that I likely wouldn’t make it out of that compound tonight…
I wanted to live now, with no regrets.
Damien’s eyes met my own, and the moment he saw the need within them, he pushed against me, his mouth on mine. Something possessive took hold of him as his tongue pushed past my lips. I felt no urge to refuse him, only the need to accept him, to let him in. I wanted to feel him, to feel something, to erase the remnants that lingered on my skin.
I needed him.
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His lips were hot and hungry against mine, so hungry that I thought he might devour me. He tasted heavenly, like sweet liquid divinity on my tongue. And I wanted more, wanted it so badly that I snared my fingers into his hair, pulling him against me.
A wave of emotions rose off him, burning into my skin. I was completely and utterly at his mercy, and yet, I didn’t want him to stop. I needed this as much as he did. I wanted to know every part of him, every inch, to feel him in ways I never had with anyone else.
His hands dipped down into the water, grasping my ass as he lifted me enough to push me against the wall of the bath. I gasped against his lips, the icy tile sending chills down my spine. He was heavy against me, and somehow, I wanted him closer, wanted to melt into him.
My fingers reached over his shoulders, holding onto him. He broke the kiss, and his lips burned a trail down my neck. My head pressed back against the tile, my body melting against his. A moan spilled from my lips when he cupped my breast, only to replace it with his mouth, and my back bowed. A groan rippled from his throat as he worked his tongue against my skin and my body quivered with each stroke.
Holy hell. His tongue left me crumbling at his mercy as he pulled the taut peaks between his lips, teasing the tender flesh. He released me, and my body fell back against the tile, chest heaving.
I tried to remember how to breathe as his hands glided down my ribs, then to my stomach, moving lower still. My body tensed, mind racing with the thoughts of what could happen next, what wasgoingto happen next if we continued. The anticipation and fear left me conflicted.
It wasn’t fear ofhim, but fear of him seeing me, bare to him, so exposed in my nakedness that he could see every mark left on my body.
No!I didn’t want to think about Marcus, not now. I wouldn’t let him ruin this moment.
He stopped, hands halting at my hips, as if sensing my hesitancy. His forehead rested against mine and for the first time, I could see he was just as short of breath as I was. Those beautiful amber and gray eyes burned into me as I met them. They were enough to pull me back to him.
“We can stop. You’re probably exhausted and sore. I just—” Conflict marred his face, and for the first time I could see he was as starved for touch as I was. “I can’t stand smelling him all over you. It’s driving me insane. I want to erase it, replace it. I can’t explain it… As a human you wouldn’t understand.” He struggled with his words, trying to help me make sense of it all. Yes, I was tired, I was exhausted, worn and ragged.
And I needed him, wanted him in a way that was driving me insane, but it was all so new, so foreign, and I was a little afraid of what it would be like, of feeling so exposed. To feel… him.
He paused a moment, working things over in his mind, and a look of realization crossed his expression. “Wait a minute. Have you ever—”
I nearly choked on the words catching in my throat. There’d never been anyone in my life who came even close to what I had with him. I’d never kissed anyone before him, let alone… slept with them. My cheeks warmed as I lifted my eyes to him, unable to form words to express that he would be my first.
So, I shook my head, biting my lip.
“We can stop if you’re not ready for this,” he whispered, holding me. “You can finish bathing and you can go to sleep. Just say the word and it’ll be done.”
I could feel the hunger that resided in him. He was on edge, pure desire and need consuming him, and I knew that he struggled to hold himself back. Yet, I knew somehow in the core of my soul that if I said I wanted to stop, he would immediately, no questions asked.
The air was thick as I filled my lungs, calming my nerves before I reached my hand up to his face. I push him back enough to gaze into his eyes, my fingers tracing the unshaved beard that had filled in since I’d seen him last. His lashes lowered, hooded eyes moving across my face, searching for something. He moved his head into my touch, tilting his head against my fingers.
