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“I’m glad.”
With a rag, I start to clean her, hoping to wash away any mark or smidge of proof of her time in Hell without me. With every stroke of the cloth, I can feel her body relax more and more against mine.Good. The rhythmic movement and warm water seems to calm me as well, at least a little.
“So… what have you been up to?” she asks, as though we’re just two lovers who have had some time apart.
I take a deep breath, not wanting to allow the memories to affect my mood. I try to answer as best as I can without getting caught up in the emotions the words carry.
“Well, mostly plotting the oncoming apocalypse if Cephalus proved to be unwilling to release you to me,” I reply wryly.
“Oh yeah?” she laughs, but I hear the way her breath catches in her throat.
“Mm-hm,” I mutter, focusing on cleaning her. “I had a counsel meeting with some of the demons I trust to come up with the best strategy. After a lot of back and forth, we agreed that me surrendering to him would be best. Make him feel like he won so that I could free you, and figure out how to get us out of here later. Your safety was most important, and this was the only way I could secure it.”
“I see,” she breathes.
Sophia falls quiet for a minute, and I long to know what is going on in her head, but I know better than to pry. She’s been through more than I can imagine, considering that all of the supernatural world is brand new to her.
But after a moment, she speaks again, unprompted. “Our time apart… it felt like forever. It wasn’t too bad, though, I guess. It was mostly just dark, and lonely. It—it took a while to get used to the screams.”
Her last sentence seems to hold a bit of forced humor that doesn’t land, and she doesn’t seem amused by it either. My chest tightens, understanding that she’s downplaying her experience partly for herself, but mostly for me.
Rage prickles my skin again, my thoughts darkening with all the things I want to do to my father.
Rip him limb from limb and toss the pieces into the fire pits. Shove him into the river of souls and watch as his body disintegrates while his soul merges with all other lost souls. Behead him and hang him above the feast table for all to see what happens when they hurt what is mine.
I kiss the side of her neck, reminding myself that she’s here with me. And I meant every word I said to her before. I will keep her safe, and I will ensure no one ever hurts her again. As I cover her neck in soft bites and kisses, a small moan escapes her.
It hits something in my chest, the familiar ache of lust returning to me.
Mine.
Perhaps falling in love with a human woman will prove to be my undoing, but I will never regret it for the rest of my life—however long that may be. This woman is everything to me.
Taking the rag to her front, I wash her breasts as I continue to kiss her neck. The more she responds, the lower my hand goes. I reach her pussy and gently cleanse her swollen folds with the cloth. Touching her in this way, even with the rag between us, ratchets up my desire exponentially. Letting go of the fabric, I press my hand to her core.
“Did this gorgeous little pussy miss me?” I growl softly.
“Mmm. Fuck, yes.” Her head lolls back against my shoulder.
“Good. Because I missed her. I missedyou.”
My fingers slip down her seam and gingerly stroke her, ending up right at her clit. Sophia turns her face toward me as our mouths meet in a slow, deep kiss.
Rubbing her clit softly at first, I allow things to build between us slowly, holding back the urgent desire beating against the inside of my chest like a feral monster. After a few long moments, Sophia starts wriggling with anticipation, her ass pressing against my cock.
As my tongue explores hers, my other hand slides up to wrap loosely around her neck, and when I feel her throat move against my palm as she swallows, a growl vibrates in my chest. Any plans I had to take my time are quickly evaporating. We haven’t even been separated for that long, but every minute felt like an eternity, and I forgot how addictive she is. It’s as if I can’t touch her without needing all of her.
“You got me clean,” Sophia whispers raggedly, nipping at my bottom lip. “Now make me dirty again. Please. I can’t get enough of you. It’s never enough.”
Hearing my own thoughts reflected back to me in her nakedly desperate words makes something roar inside me. Locking my arms around her, I stand from the tub without breaking away from the kiss. I adjust my grip on her to carry her bridal style as I step out of the tub and walk across the large bath chamber, our bodies dripping with hot water and aromatic oils.
Once we reach the bed chamber, I toss her onto the large four poster and take in the sight of her as I slowly approach the side of the bed.
She always looks perfect, but there is something achingly beautiful about her in this moment. Soaking wet, lying on the bed in this unfamiliar chamber, staring up at me with desire and longing. Glistening with water that highlights the dips and curves of her body in the soft glow of the lamps. Panting and breathless and so fucking gorgeous.
And the only man who will ever see her like this isme.
Grabbing her beneath her knees, I pull her to the edge of the bed and palm her pussy again.
