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There, the only thing she needed to fear would be me.
CHAPTER7
Sophia
When I woke, I was snug under a cocoon of warmth. Keeping my eyes closed, I pushed my palms up and wrapped my fingers around thick blankets and soft furs. Furrowing my brow, I opened my eyes, unsure of where I was and how I had gotten here.
Not only that, but my body was bare beneath the covers.
I shifted my thighs, noting that there was a gentle ache between them which continued all across my backside. It felt like I had run a marathon, every muscle sore and well-used.
Hesitantly, I pushed myself up to a seated position, all while keeping an arm wrapped around the blankets to cover my nakedness. With a hard swallow, I looked around and tried to take stock of where I was.
From the light streaming in through the rustic window, it was daytime. I was in a log cabin of sorts, but I could see the green of the treetops just outside.
Was I on the ground, or was I in some sort of treehouse?
To the right of me was a roaring fireplace with a stone hearth and a thick wooden mantle. Every piece of furniture from the bed to the dresser to the large armoire was hand-carved out of the richest cherry wood I’d ever laid my eyes on. There was a table laden with dried meats, fruits, and bread.
There were several other doors that led off from the main room. I hoped one of them was a restroom and not just a chamber pot should I need to relieve myself. I honestly didn’t know what kind of world this was, but I was certain it wasn’t my own.
The creak of leather jerked my head to the left, and I sucked in a breath. I turned my head to see him sitting in a chair beside the window, the sunlight streaming in through the pane and illuminating him in a glowing light.
It hadn’t been a dream. He wasreal.
In an instant, my cheeks flushed with a furious heat, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself quiet.
Would he think I was just some cheap whore?
When he cleared his throat, my heart leapt into my throat. I searched his dark gaze, noting that his eyes were much greener than I last remembered seeing them.
“It is dangerous in these woods for a girl to be on her own. I took you to my home last night while you were sleeping to keep you safe,” he offered.
Unlike last night, there was a warmth to his voice. Seemingly, whatever danger that had occurred between us had either passed or settled. I knew not which.
“What’s your name?” I asked shyly.
“Roken,” he answered, his voice remaining calm. “Will you tell me yours?”
“Sophia,” I whispered.
“Are you hungry?”
I nodded quickly, just before my stomach decided to rumble and announce my presence with vigor, much to my embarrassment. My gaze quickly dropped down, and I heard the gentle jostling of the leather chair again as he stood up and headed towards the table. Unable to quell my curiosity, I glanced back up to see him gather a few pieces of fruit and some meat that looked at least similar in nature to bacon and put them on a plate.
“I can make you a more filling meal in a little while, but this should be a good start for now,” he offered. I curled the blankets closer to my chest as he strode towards me, but he didn’t make any move to uncover me or lash out at me as he handed me the plate.
My bottom and my pussy clenched reflexively as I glanced at those big broad palms, the same ones that had brought stinging pain and mind-bending pleasure. A tremor raced down my spine as I took the plate from his waiting hand.
His fingers brushed against mine, and a firework of sensation cascaded all over my body from that single touch. There was tension between us still, that much was for certain.
“Eat your fill. I’m going to prepare a bath for you,” he stated, and I nodded once as he walked away. I couldn’t help but appreciate the wide expanse of his shoulders and upper back, especially how it tapered into his narrow waist. I had to force myself to look down at the plate in front of me once he left the room.
I didn’t recognize the berries. Some of them were white, others powder blue and lavender. But once I popped them into my mouth and they burst on my tongue with flavor, I moaned. I couldn’t quite place what they tasted like, but somehow, they were like strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, and blackberries all meshed into one extraordinary fruit. The dried jerky was even better than bacon, fatty and flavorful and hinting of smoked bourbon. I ate every last bite on that plate before he emerged from what I assumed was the restroom.
“Come. I will bathe you now,” he stated purposefully, leaning against the doorframe. I opened my mouth a bit in disbelief before I managed to put together a few words in response.
“I can take care of myself,” I whispered.
