Page 52 of Savage Desires
She leans her forehead against me as she focuses on breathing. I completely understand how she feels because I'm completely lost in her. I've never felt like this before, and frankly, it scares the shit out of me. Matthew and Slade are my brothers, and I love their women like sisters, but what I feel for Willow after just a few days overpowers any feelings I've ever had for anyone.
I can see it becoming all-consuming. I should be wary of getting involved with a woman who's been through what Willow has been. I've seen so many women who've cracked under the pain of what they've suffered. Some people like Tabitha are strong and ready to make a new life for themselves, but so many are like Reghan… broken down and unable to fathom a world where they can be safe again.
Willow doesn't fit into either of those molds. There've been women before who wanted to get revenge on the ones who hurt them, but it wasn't something they would actually be able to do. They would crack under the pressure when presented with the opportunity. I don't know exactly how I know, but Willow's different. The way she fought and the fervent way she argued to stay with me tells me she can handle what's to come. I just need to get her strong and healthy again.
"Would you like a bath?" I ask.
"That sounds nice…"
I pick her up and carry her up the stairs to her room. I sit her on the bathroom counter and run her a bath, adding bubbles to the water. When I turn to face her again, she's smiling at me. Seeing her happy and smiling is my new favorite thing. I want to make sure she always has a reason to smile.
I turn off the taps when the tub is full. Willow hops off the counter and starts stripping off her clothes with zero shame. My mouth waters when her pert little tits are uncovered. Her nipples are hard peaks, just begging for me to touch and tease. I swallow thickly as she pushes down her leggings, revealing her bare pussy.
Jesus.
She's so fucking sexy I can't tear my eyes away from her. I drag my eyes up her torso and make myself focus on how thin she is instead. I can see every one of her ribs. Her words about being put in a fucking cage for five days like an abused dog chases away my arousal faster than anything else ever could. I want to carry her down to the kitchen and feed her again. She steps closer and reaches up, stroking her fingertip between my brows.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
I trace a finger down her ribs, hating every bump I feel. "I hate this. I hate that they starved you."
She smiles sadly, takes my hand, and kisses my fingertips. "I'm okay. With the amount of food you're feeding me, I'll be a healthy weight in no time."
Her words make me feel slightly better, but it's my thoughts of how much I'm going to make those fuckers suffer that allow me to focus on this moment in time with Willow. I help her into the tub. She doesn't let go when I try to pull my hand away. She gives me a little tug, and I kneel beside the tub, remembering how I helped her shower. She grabs the body wash and hands it to me.
My cock fucking throbs at the thought of having my hands all over her wet soapy body. She's asking me to do this for her even though we both know she's not too exhausted to do it this time. I pour some soap into my palm, then wash her shoulders. I wash every inch of her torso except her breasts. Her breathing is labored, and her little sounds of frustration have my cock leaking in my underwear.
I move on to her feet and legs. I massage the arch of her foot and take time washing each of her toes, loving how she giggles when I touch a ticklish spot. I like her like this. She should always be free to smile and laugh. When this is over, I will do everything possible to give her a life full of smiles and laughter. I move up her calves to her thighs. Every stroke of my soapy hands getting closer and closer to her pussy.
Once again, she's making sexy little mewling noises. She whimpers when I pull my hands away. I want nothing more than to slip my fingers into her pussy and tease her clit until she falls apart for me, but it's too soon for that. We need to have a serious conversation before we move things in that direction.
If we move things in that direction, just because she's kissed me and seems to love my touch doesn't mean she's ready for that right now. She's agreed to be mine, but we haven't discussed what that means, and I won't touch her until we do.
"Kisten…" she whines, drawing out my name.
"What do you need, beauty?" I ask even though I know the answer.
"I-I want you to t-touch me…"
Her stuttering through her request solidifies my resolve to not take things further.
"I want you to touch yourself. I want to watch you come apart for me. Touch your sweet little pussy, love."
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I-I've never done that…"
I nod in understanding. She was taken when she was young. There's a lot she never experienced for herself. Giving her this is one step towards her reclaiming her body. I grab her hand and guide it to her chest. I move her fingers over the sensitive skin of her breasts, avoiding her nipples until she groans in frustration. I give her what she wants, using her fingers to tease her nipples into stiff peaks. Her free hand comes up to her other breast. She tentatively touches her nipple, mimicking the way I'm making her other hand move.
"Pinch your nipples, beauty."
I release her hand and watch as she gently pinches both nipples. She gasps, her legs shift restlessly in the water.
"A little harder, love."
Her eyes widen with trepidation. She's probably worried about pain being associated with this moment. I want to show her that a small amount of pain can intensify the pleasure tenfold. I place my fingers over hers and tighten her grip until she moans. She doesn't hesitate to do the same to her other nipple. Soon, she's pinching and tugging on both peaks until they are swollen, the soft pink turning darker from the attention.
"Such a good girl. Does it feel good to have your little nipples pinched?"
She nods quickly. "Y-yes."