Page 20 of The Teddy Bear's Prize

“I’m okay,” I grit out, standing up straight after retrieving the shampoo bottle, “I just dropped something.”

“No, you’re hurt. I can feel your pain.” He’s closer now, just on the other side of the curtain, “I’m coming in.”

The thin fabric rustles, “No, Tobias, your clothes!”

There’s the unmistakable sound of a zipper and heavy jeans falling to the floor and I turn to see Tobias step into the shower, completely naked. I keep my eyes shoulder height, watching as his gaze skirts all over my body. It’s not the least bit sexual, just appraising until he stops at my left elbow.

“Here,” he takes a step forward and brushes his fingertips against my skin.

“It’s okay, I just?—”

The pain is gone.

“How?” I look up into his eyes, his brows knitted in concern as he takes the shampoo bottle from my hand.

Tobias smiles and nods, “Turn around.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to wash your hair, if you’ll let me.”

“O-okay,” I turn and hear the cap to the shampoo bottle. The next thing I know, he is gently combing it through my hair. A chill shooting down my spine as his fingertips glide over my scalp.

This is so intimate and there’s nothing sexual about it. He hasn’t even tried to touch me.

“Pain is tied to emotions,” he explains, gently tapping my side, directing me to turn back towards him again. “Ijust follow the thread and I’m able to dull the sensation as well.”

“That’s kind of incredible. You’re almost like a healer.”

Tobias chuckles, “There is a first time for everything.”

He slips a finger just under my chin, tipping my head back, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. With his attention focused on that one task, I better look at his face.

Tobias’ red eyes are darker and closer to a blood red in the shadows, but I have seen them glow like embers when he’s angry. There is a slight curve to his horns just behind his hairline that doesn’t hinder the way his dark hair falls down towards his brow.

Without thinking, I reach up and brush his hair, damp from the shower, back and out of his face. His eyes snap to mine and I can’t stop the gasp that escapes my lips at the sight of him.

“You are,” he exhales, “so beautiful.”

Oh, yep, I’m going to bang this demon.

Leaning onto my tiptoes, I tangle my fingers in his hair, gently coaxing until he gets the message and leans down. Letting out a soft moan as his mouth covering mine, hands grab at my sides and squeezing.

I don’t have time to stop and wonder if he’s noticing my stomach, the dimpled fat on my thighs, or the light dusting of stubble on my legs.

Tobias just breathes me in, his lips skirting across my jaw and then down my neck with a graze of his teeth while he explores. His arm snakes around my waist, tugging me closer while his other hand brushes over my breast, fingertips lightly grazing my nipple. It feels so good. I need more.

The warm water streams down my back as Tobias peppers kisses across my shoulder and down my collarbone, trailing down lower until his mouth closes over my breast. His tongue is hot against my skin, nipping at the sensitive flesh, and sending chills through my entire body.

“Oh,” I mutter, threading my fingers through his hair and pressing his face against my chest, the growl caught in his throat rumbling against my skin.

Tobias sinks to his knees, kissing my hip, then resting his forehead against my stomach, his horns gently nudging me, “Fuck. You smell so good. I bet you taste just as sweet.”

A growl catches low in his throat, he grips my hips before reaching back and grabbing my ass, leaning forward to run his tongue along my pussy and over my clit.

“Oh god.”

“There are no gods here, little doe, just your devil.”

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