The Dragon didn’t clean.
The Dragon didn’t tend.
The Dragon didn’t ache and tear up when a woman sighed against him and whispered love in his ear.
But this wasn’t any woman.
This was my Tiger.
Cloth and bowl in hand, I returned to the bed, and the world steadied the moment her eyes found mine.
She smiled at me. It was a simple, tired smile, but it shattered me into a thousand pieces, only to bring me back together again.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, dipping the cloth into the bowl and allowing the lavender scent to fill the room.
Next, I moved towards her and began to wipe her body.
She let out a soothing gasp.
“How do you feel, Tora?”
“Spoiled.”
“Good.” My heart hummed against my ribcage. "You deserve to be spoiled, Tora."
My hands moved gently over her body, the cloth warm and soft as it slipped over her skin.
Another soft sigh escaped her lips.
I slid the cloth between her thighs, gently wiping the mess I’d made. My cum glistened on the fabric, and the sight made my chest tighten with possession.
Hmmm.
She hissed softly at the cloth’s touch.
Her pussy must have been super tender.
I slowed down even more, circling delicately, cleaning her as if she were a sacred object.
Yes. . .I fucking love her more than I’m willing to admit to even myself.
Her breath hitched on an achy moan, and I glanced up to find her watching me, her eyes dark and half-lidded.
Her nipples puckered in the cool air, and I swallowed hard.
I could have fucked her one more time, but exhaustion rose within me.
She yawned. “The spy—”
“We’re not talking about the spy tonight.” I dipped cloth into the bowl of soapy water, cleaned it off good, and then wrung the cloth out, letting the droplets fall in a rhythmic patter.
“You don’t want me to find the spy?”
“It will be dangerous. You were supposed to spend these next days on the island writing in your office and enjoying yourself on the beach.”
She smiled. “Thank you for giving me that writing space.”
“Don’t thank me, Tora. It was for selfish reasons.”
