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For now, I had Kiera to take care of.

“Come on,” I murmured, brushing a kiss against her temple. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She blinked up at me, her eyes soft.

“I’m fine,” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.

“You will be,” I said gently, sliding my arms under her. She let out a small sound of surprise as I lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against my chest.

“Ronan, I can walk,” she muttered, though her arms tightened around my neck as if she didn’t want me to let go.

“Let me take care of you,” I replied, my tone firm, but soft enough to ease her protests.

She didn’t argue again.

The marble floors of the master bathroom were warm under my feet as I stepped inside. I set her down carefully on the edge of the large soaking tub, her gaze following my movements as I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature.

Warm steam began to fill the room as I added a splash of bath oil, the scent of lavender and eucalyptus curling in the air. Kiera watched me, her cheeks still faintly pink, her arms folded around herself in a way that made her look small.

Vulnerable.

Utterly fucking beautiful.

I crouched in front of her. “Trust me,” I said softly.

Her lips parted as if she wanted to argue, but she didn’t. She gave me a small nod instead, her gaze dropping as she let me lift her to her feet. I guided her into the warm water, her soft gasp of surprise making me smile.

“Too hot?” I asked, my hands hovering at her sides.

She shook her head quickly, sinking deeper into the water until it reached her shoulders. “It’s perfect.”

“Good,” I said, rolling up my sleeves.

I reached for the shampoo, pouring a generous amount into my palm before lathering it between my hands. She tilted her head back obediently as I worked my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp with careful tenderness. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft sound of contentment escaping her lips.

“You’re good at this,” she murmured, her voice dreamy.

“I’ve got many hidden talents,” I replied, smirking as I tilted her head under the stream of warm water to rinse the suds away.

The conditioner came next, my fingers working through the length of her hair with the same soft, gentle care. She let out another soft sigh, her body sinking further into the water as if the tension were melting away with every touch.

When I was finished with her hair, I reached for the body wash, lathering it in a soft cloth as she opened her eyes to watch me. Her blush deepened when I reached for her arm, gliding the cloth over her skin with care.

“Ronan…” she began, her voice shaky.

“Relax,” I said softly, my hands moving to her shoulders, her back, each movement slow and purposeful. “I’m just taking care of you.”

Her blush spread as I worked my way down her body, washing every inch of her with the same tender attention. When my hands dipped below the waterline to her thighs, she let out a soft, embarrassed sound, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Shh,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. “It’s alright, Kiera. Just let me take care of you.”

She nodded faintly, her breath hitching as my hands continued their path, careful but thorough. I took my time caressing the folds of her pussy, before running the cloth between her bottom cheeks and thoroughly cleaning the hole I’d just as thoroughly fucked.

When I finally finished, I rinsed her off gently, the water warm and soothing as it washed away the suds.

I reached for a towel, pulling the plug to let the water drain as I wrapped her in the plush fabric. She shivered slightly, but it wasn’t from the cold. I scooped her up again, cradling her against me as I carried her back to the bedroom.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice barely audible against my chest.

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