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I can only stare at him when he gets up to my rib cage and to my breasts. Without missing a beat, his hands move over the mounds and cup them. My body welcomes his touch, and honestly, I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel this. To experience this.

It eases that primitive wound at my core.

Xander holds both my breasts, frowning and rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. “Everything has to be clean,” he says firmly. “Everything.”

“Yeah, I know,” I sigh, curling my toes in pleasure. “You said that already. Do that again.”

“This?” he says, rubbing his thumb over the tops of both nipples at the same time. I gasp, arching my back as the sensation connects to my clit.

It’s exactly then that I understand Xander is not himself. I immediately feel ashamed.

“Um,ow. That hurts,” I say in mock pain.

He immediately moves his hands away and I totally miss them.

“Face,” he announces, grabbing a new cloth and a fresh bowl of water. He gently washes my forehead and I keep my eyes open the entire time, studying his expression for clues of what exactly is going through his mind.

“Xander,” I say sadly.

“Yes?” he says with that concentrating frown still fixed as he sweeps the cloth under my nose.

“You’re good at this.”

His brow smoothes over, as if he’s relieved. “Thank you.”

Chapter 45

Xander

Iknow this is wrong. I know this isn’t just bad, but the worst thing I could be doing right now, but by all the Wild Gods, I can’t stop it.

The need to inspect and clean all of her, to ensure she’s unmarked, healthy and safe, is fucking overwhelming and all-consuming. I’m mad, I know it, and there’s nothing I can do except to keep going.

She came under my touch. So easily and so freely, that I stared, fascinated at my new possession. All mine, only mine, safe in my room, in my arms, for no one to touch and hold and stroke but me.

Mine.

Mine

All mine.

Her orgasms are all mine. Her mouth is all mine. Her touch is all mine, too.

I shake my head to try to clear the treasure haze, but it won’t relent for days. All I can do is concentrate on the important tasks. Once I’m done cleaning her, I gather her up in a towel and dry all of her parts.

When we get to that sweetly scented spot between her legs, I can’t help but look up at her as I dry her.

Her lips part, and she wets them in anticipation of the pleasure.

She likes this. It feels good to her.

So I do it more. She liked my mouth on it that previous time too; I remember that clearly.

Her stomach grumbles and I jerk backwards, remembering that this treasure requires sustenance.

I send a thought message to Olly and demand he bring a tray to the door and then leave. I also tell him to rope off the entire wing so that no one enters and disturbs me. I must be left to covet my treasure alone. If anyone approaches my domain without warning, I will burn them alive, then burn their ashes.

After I make sure she’s entirely dry, I carry her out of the bathroom and to the bed. I’ll also need to sleep soon, and that means she must be with me at that time so I can guard her in my sleep.

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