A smile split my face as I carried her to the bathroom, holding her tight as I stretched over the tub to turn on the water. I liked how strong Hana was, but there was something about her leaning on me, needing me, letting me behind the walls she’d built around herself. The ones I helped reinforce by keeping everyone away from her.
She was mine.
Always.
Forever.
I placed her feet down on the white tiled floor and stepped around her to add bubbles and salts to the bath, just like I knew she took her bath at home. She didn’t question that I added both or that I had exactly the same brand she used. Instead, her eyes dipped low, exhaustion exuding from her.
While the water splashed against the porcelain in the background, I turned my attention to Hana. Lifting her arms in the air, I eased off her T-shirt before removing her bra. Her nipples were hard from where I’d touched her, and I couldn’t help leaning forwards and taking one in my mouth. Her moan was low and went straight to my already hard cock as her hand in the back of my hair held me against her breast. I edged my tongue over her swollen bud again and again until she cried out my name.
“Ro, the bath.”
My head lifted like someone had flicked a switch, her nickname for me making my heart flutter unexpectedly. “Call me that again.”
Her brows furrowed. “Ro?” I nodded, and she smiled. “I like psycho more.”
I turned off the taps, checked the water, and then helped her out of the rest of her clothes, holding myself back from touching her again, because this was about her. I wanted to show how good this could feel. Then, I lifted her into the water.
She settled back, the water lapping against her pale skin as I reached for a washcloth. I dipped it into the water, adding soap and taking hold of her arm to wash it. She gazed at me with heavy eyes, and I wasn’t sure if it was exhaustion or arousal.
“You’re not getting in?” She sounded disappointed.
“No.” I came to stand behind her, washing her shoulders and breasts, leaning over her so I could reach her stomach and between her thighs. She lifted her wet hands and took hold of my biceps as a gentle silence settled in the room.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, but once I’d washed every inch of her, I lifted her out of the bath and wrapped her in a towel, then led her by the hand to my room. She looked around at the large space that was minimallydecorated, the enormous bed with the navy velvet headboard that stretched up to the ceiling, taking pride of place.
“Why are we in your room?” she asked as I handed her my black shirt, which she put on, and then dropped the towel to the floor.
“You look tired. I want you to sleep,” I said as I gazed longingly at her long legs, wondering how they’d look wrapped around my head.
Her eyes bounced from the bed to me and back to the bed before settling on my very obvious erection as she fastened a couple of buttons on the shirt, the curve of her breasts on show, teasing me in the best way.
“Don’t you want to…” She pointed at my cock. “I owe you more than one orgasm now.”
I tapped the side of my head. “Don’t worry, I’m keeping score, but I can wait. I want you to rest.”
She stepped closer, giving me a view down the front of her shirt as she cupped my cock over my joggers. I raised my brow, but she only replied with a smile, rubbing her hand up and down, making my balls tighten.
“Hana,” I warned, but she simply batted her eyelashes as she eased down my sweats, my cock slapping against my abs, making me groan. I kicked them off as she stared at my erection and licked her lips, then her expression changed to one of confusion.
“Are they?” She pointed at my shaft, tilting her head to the side. “Fingerprints?”
I inwardly winced, waiting for her to put the pieces together—to realise just how fucked I was for her and how far I’d let it go.
“Yes,” I replied, my skin heating under her attention. It was almost laughable that I’d denied my feelings for Hana all this time, but had her fingerprints tattooed on my cock a couple of years ago, probably about the time when ‘keeping an eye out forher for my friend’ turned into full time stalking. I tried to deflect. “I wanted something unusual.”
She let out a giggle as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, placing her tips over the tattoos. My head dipped at her touch, but also because of the number of times I’d thought about this moment.
“My hand fits perfectly,” she said, her gaze locking on mine, but she didn’t ask whose fingerprints they were or why they were tattooed on the most intimate part of my body. Instead, she edged the thumb of her free hand through the precum before sucking it seductively between her plump lips as she hummed her satisfaction.
“I can’t wait to taste you properly, and then I want you to destroy my pussy.” My eyes widened at her dirty mouth, but before she could do anything else, I grabbed her, sweeping her off the floor and carrying her to the bed. Sitting on the edge. I moved her, so she was across my thighs, her naked arse exposed.
“Roman,” she screamed, but my hand hitting the fleshy part of her cheek had her falling silent.
“You’re not very good at listening, little menace, are you?”
She shook her head, tendrils that had come loose from her ponytail at some point falling around her face.
