Page 8 of Forbidden Valentine

“So did we,” he says, making me smile.

“You are the most dangerous dork I have ever met, Gunner,” I say as I pull my dress off.

“You are…” he starts to say but stops when I am in nothing but my red lace bra. I unhook the back and let my breasts spill out, earning a satisfied grunt from Gunner. “So damn beautiful, Mila,” he says as he scans my body. He steps closer but kneels down and slowly unhooks the strap of my heel. When he movs to my other foot, it’s like he doesn’t want to take his hands off of me. I have never felt so wanted before, and it is addictive. The way he looks at my body and still sees me as a person is utterly intoxicating.

Gunner moves me over to a makeshift shower. When he turns it on, the cold water takes my breath away. I gasp and I am immediately breathing heavily as I try to feel relaxed and let the water rinse off the blood. I try to slow my breathing, but it doesn’t work. Gunner steps up and helps by running his hand across my body to wipe the blood off my skin. When his hands wipe down my chest, I gasp again when he gently squeezes my breasts. My nipples are hard against his palms, and he pulls back to rub them in gently circles. He continues down my belly and legs before shutting the water off and wrapping a thin fleece blanket around me. I am violently shivering to the point that I can hardly move, so he grabs the bag of things to burn and hands it to me before picking me up in his arms. I am still shaking as he carries me to the truck and for the entire drive up to his house.

When he parks, he comes around and picks me up and takes me inside. He doesn’t stop until we get to the master bedroom, and he sets me on his bed. “Sit here and warm up for a second. I am going to handle the bag,” he says.

“Okay,” I reply softly.

I sit and wait for Gunner. He is only gone about ten minutes. When he gets back, I am warm, but still in the same place. “Let’s get you clean,” he says softly, offering me his hand. I nod and let him stand me up. We go to the bathroom, and he turns the water on to let it warm before turning to me.

“Thank you,” I say. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome, Mila,” he says. “I hope you know I am not trying to take advantage of you in any way. Okay? Consent very much matters to me and if I make you uncomfortable, tell me.”

“I am not uncomfortable,” I say sweetly. “Well… the cold water sucked ass, but your hands were nice.”

“I just want to take care of you,” he says. “In more ways than one, but right now I want to help as much as I can.”

“I appreciate the help,” I say. “And it’s nice to feel wanted for more than just sex.”

“What do you mean?” he asks. I suddenly stop and panic when I realize there has been no assumption made that he wants me for anything more than sex. I get the vibe that he does, but he hasn’t said. “Mila?”

“I… made some assumptions based on what you were saying and… Just ignore me,” I say, back-paddling.

“What assumptions?” he asks.

“That… you want me,” I say.

“I do want you,” he confirms.

“Yeah… but to what extent?” I ask.

“Mila, I am not sure I have the self-control to deny myself what I want when you are standing in nothing but a thin blanket in my bathroom,” he says. “I want every part of you. Every inch of your body, mind, and soul. I want it so badly; I am very willing to take it for myself.”

“Can you be blunt?” I ask.

“You belong to me now, love,” he says as he steps close and lifts my chin. “Everything from your cunt to your thoughts and everything in between… It’s mine.”

“Will you shower with me?” I ask softly.

“If I get in that shower and help wash your beautiful body, I’m fucking you,” he says bluntly.

“You better start getting undressed then,” I say with a sweet smile.

I step back and let the blanket fall to the floor, allowing me to stand naked in front of him. He immediately pulls off his shirt and works on his pants as he slips out of his shoes. In no time, he is standing in front of me naked and my mouth falls open.

“Holy shit, Gunner,” I say quietly. His cock is absolutely enormous, and he is pierced. Dear lord in heaven, he has at least nine barbells up the backside of his dick. I can’t stop staring at it. When he lifts my chin, he has a devious smirk on his face.

“Shower first,” he says, and I nod. We get into the shower, and he takes to washing my hair first to get the remaining blood off me. When all the blood has been rinsed down the drain, he washes my body with soap. His hands are gentle as he cleans my body, and it relaxes me. He kneels down to wash my legs, and I wince when he touches my inner thigh.

“You’re bruised,” he says softly.

“He used his knees to force…” I say, but my voice trails off when he brings my foot up to prop on his knee. He gently kisses my inner thigh, and I sigh. “You’re going to fucking wreck me, aren’t you?”

“I’ll relax you first,” he says. “Everything moves at your pace.”

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