“You’re so lost in your thoughts, sometimes I feel like I might lose you forever.”
I scowled. “I’m not going anywhere. There’s still too much to be done. Too many heads I need to collect.”
“Vik!Cabrón, can you just relax for one fucking minute?”
I smirked, about to tell her exactly what I had planned. But the moment I opened my mouth, she dove in and kissed me, effectively stunning me into silence.
It was slow. Deliberate. Distracting.
When she pulled away, she proceeded to wash my face and then my shoulders. I couldn’t stop wanting another taste but she firmly held me in place as she cleansed around my wounds, making sure to go over it a few times with fresh water as she rinsed out the dirt in the trench I was sitting on.
“Inés—”
“Don’t Vik. I’m tired of thinking about it. I just want to put it behind us, you know? Let me do this for you. I need it. I want to take care of you the way you took care of me. It’s time I returned the favor.”
She poured the buck of water over my head, letting the bulk of it combine with the water flowing down the trench. I shook my head and ran my hand down my face to clear the excess droplets.
She laughed. It was a raw and beautiful laugh. One I never heard from her before.
“You look like a drowned rat,” she sputtered, failing at hiding another laugh that burst out of her.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You need a damn hair cut.”
I turned around and splashed some of the water at her face and she squealed. I did it again as she tried to dodge the oncoming water but failed. She looked beautiful happy.
When she turned around and bared her teeth at me, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto my lap, slamming my mouth on her the way I wanted to since she removed her lips from me.
ChapterTwenty-One
Something had changed between us.
We weren’t just bonding because of our circumstance but intertwining our souls as we realized how short life truly was.
My hands roamed her wet shirt and she shivered.
With the rag still in her hand, she attempted to wash my back as our mouths fought for dominance in a dance we had never truly partnered up on.
I had stolen kisses, yes. But this? She was as hungry for me as I was for her.
I stood up and cradled her face, tilting it up so that she couldn’t pull away from me. Her hand frantically unfastened my pants and I groaned when my hard cock hit the cavern air.
She shoved them down and I quickly kicked off my boots without looking, tossing them aside to let my pants fully be removed. When I pulled back for air, her eyes shone as she quickly divested herself of her top, letting her breasts spill free.
My mouth was dry as I watched her slowly remove the clothes from her lower half, bending over until her face was mere inches from the tip of my dick. She blew on it and my cock jumped. Somehow with the rag still in her hand, she leaned behind me and rinsed the fabric once more, bringing it to my hips and slowly began washing everywhere but my dick.
It was torturous as she breathed heavily around it but never gave me any reprieve. I groaned and covered my face with my hand, tilting my head up to the cavern ceiling. I didn’t want to see what she was doing. My mind was supplying me with enough images of her bent over and taking every inch of my dick inside of her warm pussy.
When another bucket of water hit my midsection, I growled and dropped my head to look at her. She smirked mischievously as she filled the bucket once more and poured it all over her naked self. She dropped the bucket with a loud clatter and began rubbing herself with the same rag she used to wash me. Her movements were hypnotizing, my eyes unable to be pulled away from her every motion as she swirled her hand around her breast and then slowly made her way south to the top of her mound.
She pulled back every time she came close, washing her inner thighs and ass but never where I wanted her hands to go.
After about five minutes of voyeuring, I couldn’t take it anymore. My dick was weeping, hoping she would give me a show. I grabbed the front of her neck and pulled her toward me, lightly biting her bottom lip and sucking it while my other hand stole the rag from her.
She let out a harsh exhale as my tongue swept across the indentations of my bite, soothing it.
Staring at her intently, I leaned over and rinsed the rag without taking my eyes off her or her delectable body that was calling to me.
