Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
He chuckled softly, and his handsome face broke into a smile. "I'm not sure what that means but keep talking like that. You almost sound like me."
“And here I thought you were accepting my compliment.”
With a surprisingly smooth motion, he stepped forward and grabbed the bottom of my drenched shirt, lifting it over my head with one fluid movement.
"How are you so skilled at that?"
He removed his mask from the top of his head and placed it on the bathroom counter, before flashing a grin that revealed his pristine teeth.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded again.
Slightly irritated, I kicked off my wet shoes and struggled to peel off my soggy socks. When I was done, I stared back defiantly. “Is that good enough for you?”
"Are you trying to toy with me?"
"No, but I am not some dog to be controlled."
“You aren’t.” He pulled me closer, his arm wrapped tightly around me. “You’re a doll. Tormented. Beautiful. Mine.” A soft gasp escaped my lips as he shoved down my pants and underwear, leaving me in only my bra. He took his time admiring my body before turning to start the shower.
I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered, joining him under the water. He adjusted the temperature before stepping back, revealing his chiseled torso as he pulled off his shirt. It didn’t matter how many times I saw him like this, I was always captivated. His tattoos, an intricate tapestry of dark lines and detailed patterns, adorned his strong build. Seeing him like this, in such an exposed state, sent my heart racing.
My hand instinctively reached out and rested on his back. He turned towards me and placed it over his heart. “You're stunningly beautiful,” I whispered.
He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, running a hand down my side. “You are beautiful.”
He opened the shower door, and I stepped in, leaving enough space for him as I quickly grabbed the shampoo. I heard him kick off his boots and unzip his pants; I tried not to turn around.
He stepped in behind me and took over shampooing my hair. I leaned back against his chest, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of his hands massaging my scalp. The water cascaded down on us, mingling our scents and creating a symphony of sounds that was both soothing and arousing.
He continued washing my hair, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on my scalp. I could feel the desire simmering beneath the surface as we stood there, wrapped in each other's touch. I felt surprisingly uninhibited as if we were sharing a private moment, just the two of us, hidden away from the world.
The shampoo was rinsed away, the water cascading down our bodies. He took the shampoo from me and handed me a conditioner.
"Your turn," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he washed his own hair. I quickly slathered mine with the creamy conditioner, relishing the feeling of his gaze on me. When I was done, I grabbed the body wash, that smelled strongly of Tea Tree and began to scrub every inch of my body. His hands unexpectedly joined mine, taking over the task with a firmness that sent shivers down my spine.
He touched me with a reverence that left me breathless, tracing every curve and dip with a tenderness that belied the intensity of our connection. As he washed away the suds, I turned around to face him, our eyes locking in a silent communication filled with unspoken promises and desires. I squeezed more of the minty body wash into my hands and then began to wash him. I started with his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my touch.
I moved down his back, my hands gently caressing the curve of his spine. As I worked my way towards his hips, I noticed the duality of his body – the perfect blend of strength and sensitivity. He guided my hands, and I knew that he was giving me permission to explore every inch of him. I trailed my fingers over his ass, appreciating the firmness as I began to soap up his legs. Between them, his cock hung, double-pierced and thick.
I instinctively took hold of it, remembering exactly what to do, feeling the cold, hard steel against my fingers as my hand enveloped his girth. As my fingers glided over his skin, I could feel the shift in his body. His hand was slightly clenched, and I knew that my touch had stirred something inside of him. I kept washing his legs with gentle strokes, savoring the feel of his soft skin under my fingertips.
Through it all, his eyes never once left mine, their intensity unwavering. His hand closed around my throat, his fingers digging into my skin in a possessive hold. "From the moment I chose you as mine, I was consumed by thoughts of how long it would take for me to tire of your innocence and take your life, or if I’d keep you forever.”