Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Slowly, her shoulders relax a fraction and she gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
“All…all right. You can clean me.”
“Good girl,” I say softly. “Just relax, sweetheart—I’ll take care of you.”
A shaky breath escapes her as she sinks back into the water, leaning against the sloped end of the tub. She parts her legs, an act of profound vulnerability that sends another jolt of heat straight to my groin. The golden honey glistens at her entrance, a stark contrast to the flushed pink of her swollen inner pussy.
“Just… be quick,” she whispers, closing her eyes, as if not seeing will make it less real. “Please.”
I have no intention of being quick, but I will be thorough.
I lean over the edge of the tub. Up close, the scent of her is even more potent—her natural aroma…the floral residue from the blooms…and underneath it all, the sweet, cloying scent of the golden honey the vine left inside her.
Gently, I part her thighs further, exposing her completely. She flinches, a soft gasp escaping her as her knees hit the sides of the tub.
“Shhh,” I murmur. “It’s all right, baby. I have to see.”
The honey is thick, clinging to her inner walls. It’s gathered around her entrance and, as I look closer, I can see traces deeper inside.
My jaw tightens. The vine did come inside her. Thoroughly.
The possessive beast in me snarls, but I shove it down. Later. For now, I am a healer…a cleaner. And I just want to make my curvy little Princess feel clean and safe again.
47
IRENA
“It’s all right, sweetheart,” Valen growls softly. “Just going to make you feel all clean and safe again, I promise.”
Clean and safe. The words echo in my head, a fragile promise as he kneels there, his gaze fixed on the most intimate part of me. Clean feels like an impossible concept. How can I ever feel clean again after what just happened? After what I let happen?
The phantom sensations still dance over my skin—the sucking on my nipples…the relentless flicking on my clit…the deep, invasive thrusts of that vine. And now this. His eyes on me, his big hands poised to touch.
“Just my fingers,” Valen says, his voice a low, rough vibration that seems to travel straight through the water and into my bones. “I’m not going to taste you. Not going to fuck you. This is just cleaning. Understand?”
I manage a jerky nod, my throat too tight for words. He said it so bluntly, naming the two things my traitorous mind had begun, horrifyingly, to imagine—to want.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but it’s no use. I see him anyway. The intense focus on his face, the way his dark hair falls across his forehead, the sheer, intimidating size of him crouched beside the tub as he reaches between my spread thighs.
His first touch is gentle. Two fingers, slick with the clean water from the tub, press against my entrance, parting me. I gasp at the contact, so soon after the vine’s violation. But his touch is different…warmer. Human. He’s not seeking pleasure—he’s trying to assess the situation.
“It’s deep,” he mutters, more to himself than to me.
He pushes one finger inside, slowly. I feel myself stretch around him, a familiar yet utterly foreign sensation—it’s warmer than the vine and blunter. He crooks his finger, exploring, and a fresh wave of the golden honey seeps out, mixing with the water.
“There we go. Let it out, Princess.”
The command is gentle, but it’s a command nonetheless. My body obeys, relaxing around his invading digit, allowing the strange fluid to flow out of me.
Valen works patiently, crooking his finger and coaxing more of the sticky sweetness from inside me.
The process is mortifying and the wet, slick sounds are obscene. But beneath the shame, a treacherous thread of something else winds its way through my nervous system. His touch, though purposeful, is not unpleasant. And I can’t help thinking of the way he touched me last night when he made me come before he bit me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice dropping even lower, taking on a husky quality that makes my nipples tighten against the cool air. “Getting it all out, Princess. You’re being such a good girl, letting me clean you up.”
I tell myself his praise shouldn’t matter—that it doesn’t matter. But a flush that has nothing to do with the steamy water heats my chest and neck. I bite my lip to keep from saying anything…to keep from moaning.
He adds a second finger, stretching me further. A soft whimper escapes me. It’s too much…and yet not enough. The fullness is startling, chasing away the ghost-feeling of the plant and replacing it with something solid and real. Replacing it with him.
“Shhh, I know,” he soothes. “I know your tight little pussy isn’t used to being stretched. Just relax, baby.”
“I…I’m trying,” I whisper, my hips bucking a little. He’s rubbing that spot inside me again—the one he was touching last night. Why does it feel so good? It shouldn’t feel like this when I let him touch my forbidden places! Guilt rises inside me and I let out a soft moan.