Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Well? You talked about checking me over to be sure I’m not wounded,” she remarked. “Are you going to do that for me…husband?”
Braze felt a flash of something like pure need rush through his entire body and into his cock—which was still being held erect by the fucking cock ring.
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled hoarsely. “I’m more than ready to check you over and clean you up.”
“Good.” Kaitlyn nodded.
She seemed fully in control of herself again—in control of the situation too, Braze thought, feeling another surge to his groin.
“Let’s get into the shower,” she said.
Braze was more than willing to comply.
They climbed in together.
20
KAITLYN
The hot water hit Kaitlyn’s skin like a shock—then an immediate relief. It sluiced over her head and shoulders, turning the streams running down her body a murky pink as it washed away the dried Kriver blood and sticky wine. She stood under the rain of it, eyes closed, letting the heat seep into her bones—trying to thaw the last of the icy fear that had lodged in her chest.
Braze’s hands were on her immediately—not demanding, but purposeful. He started with her shoulders, his big palms sliding over her skin, pushing the water and grime away. His touch was firm and searching. He turned her gently, his hands running down her arms, her legs, her back—checking every inch. He knelt before her, the water cascading over his broad back, and his fingers traced the line of her shins and her calves.
Then he found her ankle—the one the Kriver had grabbed.
His touch there changed—became infinitely careful. He cradled her foot in one big hand, his thumb brushing over the skin. A dark, bruise-like band circled her ankle, already purpling where the tentacle’s beak-mouth had squeezed. It throbbed dully under his ministrations.
“Does this hurt?” His voice was a low rumble, barely audible over the water.
“A little. It’s just sore. Nothing’s broken.” Kaitlyn’s voice still sounded a little shaky in her own ears.
Bending, Braze pressed his lips to the mark, a brief, gentle kiss that felt like a vow. Never again—I’ll never let anything hurt you again, she could almost hear him saying.
Then his hands continued their journey, washing her other leg, his movements methodical and respectful. He was avoiding the places that would make this something else. He was being her protector—her servant—checking for wounds or injuries.
But the shock Kaitlyn had felt after the attack was receding—burned away by the hot water and the sheer, solid reality of her Protector kneeling at her feet. The terror was morphing into a different kind of ache—a deep, hollow need to feel alive. To feel anything but the cold ghost of death that had brushed so close to her she could feel its icy breath on her cheek.
Braze looked up and his eyes met hers. They were dark pools of hunger, filled with devotion so fierce it stole her breath. It touched something deep inside her—a place that was still raw and trembling.
“Braze,” she said, her voice stronger now.
“Mistress?” He arched an eyebrow.
“I want you to wash me…everywhere.” Her heart was pounding but she made her voice firm.
His big body went very still and both eyebrows were lifted now.
“Everywhere, Mistress?”
“Yes. Everywhere.”
Kaitlyn didn’t look away from his intense gaze. Instead, she pushed her shoulders back, thrusting her bare breasts out towards him, offering them. The water beaded on her nipples, tightening them into aching points.
“Everywhere,” she repeated.
A low growl vibrated in Braze’s deep chest and his eyes were suddenly lazy with lust.
“As my Mistress commands,” he rumbled.
He stood to his full height, towering over her. For a second, she was struck by it—by the sheer, brutal power of him. He was so big—so strong and muscular, he could break her in half without even trying. But she didn’t fear him—she would never fear him after what he had done tonight.
This was a man who was willing to die for her—he would always keep her safe.
Braze turned her so her back was pressed against the solid wall of his chest. She could feel the heat of his big body, even through the steaming water. He filled his hands with slick, fragrant soap and reached around her to cup her bare breasts, his palms covering them completely.
“Gods, I love your tits,” he growled into her ear, his voice rough with desire. “So full…love how they fill my hands.”
He massaged them, his thumbs circling her nipples, tugging and rolling the sensitive peaks until sharp shocks of pleasure arrowed straight down her belly to the V between her legs. Kaitlyn gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder as her hips rolled in helpless little circles.
“So perfect. So fucking sweet,” he went on, still growling in her ear. “I’ve dreamed about sucking these, Mistress—dreamed of making you moan for me.”
“You…you did? You dreamed of me? Fantasized about…about this?” Kaitlyn moaned.