Page 83 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“And I fucked it up.”

“Stop, you didn’t. It was perfect. You were perfect. But this is all new to me. To my body. It’s going to take a little bit of getting used to.” My cheeks burn as I gaze up at him, so utterly infatuated with this complicated boy.

“Wait here.” He drops a kiss on my forehead and clambers off the bed.

“Elliot, what are?—”

“Stay right there.”

With a small sigh, I flop back down against the soft pillows and pull the sheet up over my body.

I can hear him in the adjoining bathroom, thumping around. Then the sound of running water fills the cabin and Elliot reappears.

“Let’s go.” He stalks towards me like a man on a mission.

“Go? Go where? It’s almost three in the morning.”

Before I can untangle myself out of the sheets, he scoops me up and carries me across the room into the bathroom. Steam billows from the claw foot tub.

“You want to take a bath, now?” I stare up at him incredulously.

“I want to take care of you. I should have done it earlier.”

“Elliot.” A ball of emotion lodges in my throat. “You don’t need to?—”

He lowers me into the water, and I let out a contented moan. Damn him, it feels good.

Really good.

And the smell from whatever he added is divine.

“Feel good?” he asks, dropping to his knees at the side of the tub.

“Very much so.” I offer him an appreciative smile.

He leans over and grabs the bottle of expensive looking body wash and pours some into his hands.

“Elli— Oh.” I murmur as his hands slide over my collarbone and around my shoulders. The slip and slide of his fingers, the gentle pressure he applies feels amazing and I sink into his touch, my eyelids fluttering closed.

“Just relax, baby. I got you.”

He massages my shoulders and neck moving around to my arms and breasts. Heat pools in my stomach but I’m so relaxed, so sleepy and sated that it doesn’t kindle an inferno. It simmers under the surface, a pleasant ember.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” His voice sounds distant, my limbs growing heavy as the water laps around me.

“Come on, out you come,” he says and I blink dazedly up at him.

“What happened?”

“You fell asleep.”

“I did?” I nuzzle into him as he wraps me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom, setting me on his lap to dry me.

Elliot Eaton is drying me with a big fluffy towel and I’m barely conscious enough to appreciate the gravity of the moment.

“I love you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his jaw as I fight the thrall of sleep.

He slides me under the sheets and climbs in behind me, pulling me into his chest, sliding his leg between mine and wrapping his arm around my waist.

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