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.
“Fuck, yes! From the first minute I met you I’ve wanted to worship you—to give you pleasure, Mistress.”
His hot, dirty words poured over her like the water, washing away the last fragments of the terror she’d felt when the Kriver attacked. Kaitlyn didn’t care anymore that what they were doing was violating protocol—being touched like this by her Protector made her feel alive. She needed this.
Braze’s big, soapy hands slid down her sides, over the curve of her hips, and cupped her ass. He kneaded the flesh, growling in pleasure.
“And this ass,” he groaned, squeezing. “I’ve always wanted to fill my hands with this luscious ass.”
“It…it’s too big,” Kaitlyn protested, panting. “I mean, that’s what my ex used to say,” she added breathlessly.
“Your ex-mate was a fucking idiot,” Braze growled. “Your sweet, luscious ass is fucking perfect. Don’t you ever say it’s too big—it’s just right for my hands. For holding onto while I…”
He didn’t finish, but the image was clear. It formed in Kaitlyn’s mind, fully formed and extremely vivid.
Perfect for holding on while he takes me from behind—that’s what he means, whispered a naughty little voice in her head and the scene unfolded in her mind’s eye.
She saw herself bent over the edge of the massive bed or braced against this very shower wall…saw her Protector’s big hands gripping her hips and ass just like this, his long fingers digging into the flesh he loved so much, holding her steady as he positioned himself behind her.
She could almost feel the thick, blunt head of his cock nudging against her entrance, pressing into her wet, willing pussy. He’d push inside in one long, devastating stroke that would steal her breath away, filling her completely and stretching her so perfectly it bordered on pain.
And then he’d move—pulling back and slamming home—setting a ruthless, pounding rhythm that would shake her entire body, the slap of his skin against hers echoing in the steamy room. He’d fuck her deep and hard, claiming her…making her his in the most primal way possible. And she’d take every inch, crying out his name, begging for more…
The fantasy was so intense, so real, that her pussy felt wetter than ever. She moaned, pushing back against the big Kindred, feeling the hard, relentless pressure of his cock, still trapped by his trousers and the cock ring, nudging against the small of her back. It was a cruel tease—a promise of what they couldn't have because surely that would be going too far. But God, she wanted it—wanted him.
“Oh, God—don’t stop!” she begged.
“I won’t, baby.”
His big hands moved to her belly, smoothing over the roundness there. She tensed instinctively.
“Don’t. I…I’m too soft,” she murmured, the old insecurity rising inside her.
His hand stilled…then he splayed his fingers wide, pressing his palms flat against her belly.
“There’s no such thing as too soft, Kaitlyn. You’re just fucking right, baby. Every part of you.”
Baby. The endearment, mixed with her name, nearly unraveled her completely. Kaitlyn leaned back against him, purring contentment, her insecurities forgotten. She remembered again that he’d called her an “Elite” and swore she was the type of woman all Kindred wanted.
