Page 107 of The Heart

And she shaves.Completely.

It isn’t something I’ve ever required of my submissives, I think anyway you trim it is beautiful, but just knowing this particular Leenafun factwhen no one else does makes my heart rate do something.

And then I fucking see it.

Holy. Fucking fuck.

I sit up straight, way too fast, to get a better look, then immediately let out a pained groan when the motion causes so much pain to shoot through my body that I actually feel a little dizzy for a second there.

“Colton, if you’re going to keep hurting yourself like that, I’m putting my clothes back on,” she warns.

“No!” I plead through clenched teeth as I grip the edge of the tub. “Never put them back on.Holy fuck,Leena. You could’ve warned me you have a fucking clit piercing. Were you trying to give me a goddamn heart attack?” I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut until the pain is back to manageable.

I open them, then stare again.

Yup. It’s still there.

Fuck.

“I thought it would be a fun surprise,” she says.

Touché.

She steps into the large tub then kneels slowly to straddle me, being careful of my wound.

I watch her every movement.

I’m a little afraid my cock might actually stay stuck like this forever. Because the image of a naked Leena straddling me in a bathtub won’t be leaving my mind.

Ever.

“Leena, I need you to understand how upset I am that I’m injured right now,” I say, every word strained.

“There will be plenty of time for us to play with all the toys in your very large go-bag once you’re healed,” she says and my cock fucking aches at the thought.

“Fuck,Leena. That’s not helping,” I say through clenched teeth.

My tension softens when I feel her fingers brush over my cheek, then move back to gently pull my hair tie from its place.

She helps me slide down further into the tub. Our eyes stay locked, even as she runs her slender fingers through my tangled hair under the water.

I realize now that I could stare at her for hours.

Looking at her like this was not something I could ever do, and now? I don’t ever want to stop.

I wince as she helps me back up, then she leans back to get her own hair wet. And new Leenafun fact, she’s flexible.

Of fucking course she is.

When she sits up, the water trickles over her breasts, down her stomach, and my eyes land on the scar at her side. I knew it was there, but I’ve never seen it.

I reach up, letting my fingers brush over it. I know how it got there. One morning over coffee she told me the whole story. How the man came into the coffee shop to kill her, and how Sebastian and Luke saved her. My heart aches at the thought of how this beautiful woman would not be here, naked and sitting on top of me, if they hadn’t saved her.

I wouldn’t be sitting here either if she hadn’t covered me back there.

How my two best friends wouldn’t be alive if she hadn’t shot The Jack of Spades.

This woman is a fucking warrior, and she has the scar to prove it.

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