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She shuddered, and I grabbed the blanket, tucking it around her. “I’m sorry. You’re cold.”
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s not that. I hate the thought that he touched me and he wasn’t who I thought.”
Her eyes were wide and damp, and it made me want to hurt someone to protect her.
“I don’t want him on my skin,” she said frantically.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll get his scent off you.”
I carried her into the bathroom. She clung to my neck as I turned the shower on, still shivering, though now I knew it wasn’t from cold. She felt violated by that monster.
I steppedunder the hot stream of water and held her close. Her tears had dried up, but I could still feel the remnant of sadness in her body. I held her under the spray, letting it pound over both of us. She leaned into my warmth and allowed me to tend to her.
I lathered soap onto a cloth and gently cleansed her silky skin. My movements were slow and tender, not wanting to cause any harm or further distress to this fragile figure before me. The tension that ran through her body slowly melted away. I hated whatever cruel game the rogue was playing, but caring for her soothed some of the rage that ran through my veins.
I would call on that rage when it was needed. Not now, though. Now she needed tenderness, and so I left anger behind.
The sweet scent of the soap filled our noses as I moved down her legs, gently scrubbing away the traces of grass and dirt. There was dirt caked into her knees as if she had knelt there.
"Liam," she murmured into my ear as she pressed her nipples against my chest, our wet skin moving together. "I don't wantanytrace of him left behind. He tried to erase you from my body with his tongue, with his touch... erase him."
"I will." I promised. I turned her gently away from me and began to shampoo her hair, enjoying the sight of the nape of her neck. She sank against my chest, letting me hold her up as my fingers caressed her scalp, scrubbing away every bit of filth.
She tilted her head back, exposing her throat to me, and I couldn't resist leaning down to kiss the delicate skin there. When she let out a small sigh, I smiled against her skin.
Once her hair was clean, I rinsed it thoroughly, making sure no soap remained. Then as the water pounded around us, I folded a towel over into a pillow and placed it at the edge of the tub. "Lay down."
She gave me a curious look, but she laid down.
Water ran over her skin, her hair dark and bedraggled over her shoulders as she gazed up at me. She parted her hair and pulled it to either side of her throat, hiding the mark on her skin. The movement made me ache. Would she ever lose those subconscious ticks of hiding the mark? Would she ever feel that safe with us, deep down?
I knew she needed me to take her, needed to know she was still ours no matter what trick he had played or feelings he had coaxed from her body.
And so I knelt down beside the tub, my hand reaching out to touch her cheek. "Don't worry," I whispered. "I'll take care of everything. I'll make sure you know who you truly belong to. And who you own yourself…"
She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as I leaned down to kiss her. I tasted a trace of soap on her lips, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was here with me now.
I trailed kisses down her neck, my hand moving over her stomach, fingers dipping into the shallow water. She arched her body up, seeking more contact, and I couldn't deny her.
But first, I took a clean washcloth and wet it before tenderly moving it through her folds. She writhed as if that touch turned her on too, as I cleaned her slowly and gently with the warm cloth.
I slipped a hand between her legs, finding her already wet and ready for me. She gasped as I circled her clit, my fingers teasing her. I leaned in to kiss her again, this time more deeply, as I slipped two fingers inside of her. She moaned into my mouth, her body writhing against my hand. I knew she wanted more, but I didn’t give it to her.
Her hips bucked as she struggled against my hand, shaking as she gripped my arms. The feelings of her nails digging into my skin were small electric points of pain that I welcomed.
"Liam," she whimpered. She was so close, so I pushed my fingers deep inside of her and she came with a soft cry, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
I brought my fingers out of her and brought them up to my mouth to taste her. She watched me with a small smile on her lips, her eyes half-lidded.
I pulled away slightly, but my gaze never left her. I wanted to see her naked body glistening with water and soap, to watch as goosebumps rose over her skin as it cooled down. I wanted to see her face as I took her, wanted to know that every touch and kiss was with her consent.
She let out a soft sound again as her eyes traveled over my body. Her hand reached out and she slid a finger down my chest, over my abs and down to my cock, wrapping her warm fingers around it.
"You're so hard for me," she whispered, her voice husky. "I want your cock inside me, Liam. I want you to be the one..."
She trailed off, but I knew what she meant.
"I'm going to take care of you in every way," I promised. I stepped out of the tub and grabbed a soft, fluffy towel, then wrapped her in it as I lifted her easily into my arms again. I would have liked to dry her as carefully as I had washed her, but her nipples were sharp points, and she kissed me hungrily as soon as she was in my arms.
