Either he senses that, or he’s more discreet than I’d assumed, because he says nothing, only grins some more, like some magical, great cat who lapped all the cream.
A fairytale man, half-nightmare and half-miracle.
He’s so close, I don’t know what to do with myself. His feet slide along my legs, his chest keeps beckoning for me to touch, and I can’t help the way my eyes keep straying down to his crotch. His cock breaks the surface once in a while, the silver flashing.
“Princess.” He slowly slides his hand along the rim of the tub, then shifts it to my arm. “Is this okay?”
“I… am not sure.”
“We could help each other bathe. It’s just touching. Don’t you want me to touch you?”
“I’m just not used to it.”
“Gods, Princess,” he breathes, “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as touch-starved as you. We wolves touch a lot, all the time.”
“I don’t want pity from you,” I grind out.
“It’s not pity. Just awe.” His eyes glimmer like gemstones. “You can at least touch yourself. That doesn’t break any social rules, does it?”
“Touch… myself?”
“Scrub yourself. Although… you do need to clean between your legs, don’t you?” His lips peel back, eyes darkening. “That sweet pussy of yours. Drag your fingers over it, part those rosy lips, circle your clit?—”
“No. I don’t do that.”
“You don’t?” He frowns. “What, like, never?”
I shake my head. How to explain the whole body-cancelation thing I have going on?
But maybe I don’t have to, because his eyes widen and I know, I know he sees right through me, reading my thoughts. It seems they are written all over my face, because how else can he read me like an open book?
“You don’t,” he whispers. “You haven’t. Good Gods, Princess, you are the most virginal of all the virgins I’ve ever thought I’d meet in my life.”
Suddenly, tears prickle my eyes. It’s not an insult, yet it feels like one. I grab the rim of the tub and prepare to get up.
This was a huge mistake.
But his hand closes around my wrist, holding me down. “Please,” he says softly. “I’m a tease and an idiot, and I admit it. I didn’t mean anything bad by it.”
“I know. You were just stating facts, but…”
“But I hurt you. And that’s the last thing I want to do. I’m a brute, Princess. Teach me to be better.”
I let out a long exhale, searching his handsome face for clues. His eyes are bright, clear. I think he’s being honest. Can I trust that?
You’ve trusted him so far,a little voice in my head says.You’ve come too far to back out now, haven’t you?
Have I?
“Please,” he says again. “I apologize if I’ve pushed you too far. Just say the word, and I won’t tease you again. I didn’t mean to scare you off.”
“You haven’t,” I say and think about that. He has shocked me a few times, but I’m not scared of him. Not scared he’d hurt me, hit me, or force me to do anything I don’t want. The realization brings a calm over me. I feel my body unclench and relax in the water.
He must feel it, too. He releases my wrist and leans back again. “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“Not fearing me,” he says softly.
