The way he looked at me. The way he touched me. It transcended all my past encounters. I felt as though I was the only thing he could see. The only person who existed for him while he was inside me.
Now, he carried me across the grass to the kitchen door of his manor. The sun had set not long ago, so I didn’t have to worry about any of the daemon soldiers seeing me half-naked.
When we entered the kitchen, Masu and Guldan were seated at the table.
Masu leaped to her feet when she saw me. “Lady Leda! Are you well?”
Relieved to see for myself that she was all right, I opened my mouth to answer her, but Bokkan interrupted me.
“She is unharmed. Please leave a tray outside my chambers. You may speak to her tomorrow.” He paused for a moment. “Actually, have Guldan leave the tray. You need to rest.”
A knowing smirk crossed the imp’s face. “Of course, Master,” she answered.
Guldan seemed intent on keeping his gaze off of me. “General, we should talk about Venna?—”
“Tomorrow.” Bokkan’s voice was gruff and firm.
His second-in-command sighed. “Very well.”
I clung to Bokkan with my arms and legs as he carried me through the house to his bedchamber. The door slammed shut behind us, and he dropped the bar across it, holding me flush against his torso with one hand.
Once we were locked in his bedchamber, he walked into the bathing room and set me on my feet next to the bathing pool. I flinched a bit when I took a step away from him.
My pussy ached from taking all of Bokkan’s huge cock. It wasn’t quite as large as my forearm when erect, but it was close. I could barely believe it fit inside my body, much less how amazing it felt when I rode him. It was worth the pain if I came that hard every time we had sex.
His hands were gentle as he stripped my clothes from my body. Once I was naked, he stroked his palms down my sides and over my hips, crouching down at my feet where I still wore my boots. He removed them, his fingers trailing up my inner thighs and stilling suddenly when he reached the apex.
“You are bleeding,” he said, his eyes wide.
I glanced down and saw the small streaks of blood on my inner thighs. “I’m okay. Just a little sore. It’s been a long time since I had sex, and your cock isn’t exactly small.”
“I should get the healer,” he said, getting to his feet.
“No, don’t do that,” I argued. “I really am fine. It’s not that much blood.”
“Any blood is too much.”
I grabbed his wrist before he could walk away. “Bokkan,I’m fine. I don’t need a healer. Just a bath and a good night’s sleep.” I paused. “And maybe some food.”
He stared at me, indecision all over his face.
“Do not call for a healer. I’m telling you that I’m fine and you need to respect my wishes.”
His tense muscles relaxed at my statement, and he sighed. “Very well. But, if you are still bleeding tomorrow, Iamcalling the healer.”
“How about we try the healing tincture first and, if that doesn’t work, we call the healer?” I proposed. “If it healed deep scratches within twelve hours, it should be able to handle a few small injuries to my pussy.”
He scowled at me, but I ignored it as I skirted around him and stepped down into the bathing pool. The hot water felt like heaven on my skin. Scrapes and bruises stung when they dipped below the surface, but the pain quickly faded as I sank in up to my neck.
I dipped my head back to wet my hair. When I reached for the bottle that held the daemon version of shampoo, Bokkan beat me to it.
“I will care for you,” he stated. The expression on his face brooked no argument.
Since I also enjoyed it when he bathed me, I shrugged and let my hand drop back into my lap. Unfortunately, Bokkan didn’t climb into the bathing pool with me. Instead, he sat on the floor behind me and began to wash my hair.
It felt wonderful, but having his body surround me while he bathed me was my favorite part.
“Why aren’t you getting in with me?” I asked.
