Page 13 of Unbinding the Demon
After rubbing his hands together, he began to leisurely massage the oil into my shoulders and neck, and then down my upper back. The sweet and warming scents of sandalwood and clove filled my senses as his warm hands sensually glided across my skin. As much as I hated to admit it, it felt beyond amazing. Heat began building between my legs, and my drunken, idiotic self was tempted to inconspicuously slip a finger or two inside my nether lips.
Just think unsexy thoughts. Just think unsexy thoughts. I’ll just imagine that I’m rock climbing up a plain old unsexy mountain. Then I slip and almost fall to my death. Suddenly Ashton saves me and swoops me away into a nearby cave where he fucks me raw like an animal... Dammit!
“Why are you doing this to me?” I whispered to him, shaking my previous thoughts away.
“Because I wasn’t going to sit back and let that disgusting cockalorum touch you.” His words were laced with malice, yet the rhythm and pressure of his hands stayed gentle on my back.
Who the hell even says cockalorum?
“Why not? Why do you even care?” I asked, while furrowing my brows and looking down into the water. My right hand trailed up along my inner thigh, lingering right above my aching clit.
“Well, maybe I want to be the only man who touches you,” he seductively murmured, causing the heat between my legs to become ten times hotter...Fuck.
My eyes widened, and I bit my lower lip. I shallowly slipped my finger into my slick core, hoping that it might help soothe whatever carnal effect this man had on me. “So you brought me here so that you could be the one to rape me instead of him?” My question came out more as an accusation.
“No, I didn’t bring you here to rape you,” he chuckled while gliding his hands down my upper arms and then back up again. My heart rate picked up and my breath became caught in my chest. “We had to flee the scene because I killed that fucker, didn’t we?”
“I guess so,” I mumbled while pumping my finger in microscopic movements. He stopped massaging and gripped me just above my left shoulder. His handsome face leaned in close next to mine from behind. Beautiful amber-gold eyes glanced down at my exposed body and then swept back up to my face with a knowing smirk.
“Although, if you want to, perhaps we could have some fun once you’ve sobered up.And I know you want to.”He reached down and grabbed my hand from between my legs, then lewdly popped the wet finger that had been inside me into his mouth. I gasped in utter embarrassment, turning to stare at him with an expression of horror. His eyes burned with lust and focused solely on me as he dragged it out.
“I-I- That’s not...” I blabbered like an idiot.
“But don’t worry,” he purred with a seductive tone and then kissed the tip of my finger. “This isn’t a date.” A smirk stretched across his mischievous face.
My cheeks burned up to a scarlet hue as I remembered what had happened this morning at the café. Now, not even twenty-four measly hours later, I was naked in this freak’s bathtub as he rubbed oil all over my back and sucked on my devious digit. I glanced over at the bottle—it was scented jojoba oil.
How is this my life?
After he finished massaging me, he pulled my bun down and washed the dirt from my hair, picking out all the little blades of grass like a chimp would with bugs. Meanwhile, I used a sea sponge to scrub all the scuffs from my legs. Once I was all squeaky clean, he got up and grabbed a fluffy red towel. “I won’t take that until you look away,” I said, while hiding behind the edge of the tub.
He raised a brow. “Oh really? And this differs from seeing you lying naked in the tub while not-so-subtly fingering yourself? How?”
“It just is! Besides, the water distorts your view! Now turn around or I’m not getting out!” I glared at him, my eyes narrowed in defiance.
“Alright then,” he sighed. “I promise I won’t peek.” He reached up and covered his eyes, turning his back to me after a moment of hesitation. The tattoos on his back depicted a battlefield. Demons were locked in vicious combat with angels wearing broken halos, swords and claws clashing in a storm of fire and ash. The central figure was a beautiful archdemon with four feathered wings and a blazing flame between his mighty horns. He loomed above it all, with one clawed hand reaching skyward to drag down a sun that bled light like ichor, and a majestic trident in the other.
Little warm droplets rolled down the length of my body as I slowly stood up. I gave my hair a good squeeze to get all the excess water out while keeping my eyes pinned on the tall, broad-shouldered murderer in front of me. His damp midnight hair draped down the length of his tattooed back and swayed side to side as he hummed a little tune while shifting on his feet.
I lifted one leg out of the tub and placed my foot on the soft black bath mat. My hands gripped the slippery smooth edge as I attempted to bring my other leg over, which was proving to be quite difficult in my intoxicated state. My heel had just made it over the side when my hands slipped.“Oh snap, dammit!”I crashed onto the floor with a small scream, flailing my arms like a lunatic while taking the stool down with me.
Almost immediately, Ashton grabbed my hands and helped my pathetic form up. “Are you alright?” he was trying to suppress a laugh while wrapping the towel around me.
“You bastard! You promised you wouldn’t peek!” I shot him a death glare and took an angry step back while ripping the remaining piece of the towel from his hand.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t think you’d try to kill yourself.”
With some struggle, he managed to help me dry off and slipped a very large black T-shirt over my head. It was soft against my skin and flowed down to my knees. The smell of it was wonderful too, like a vaguely familiar fiery and spicy sort of smell. I held the material just below the neckline to my nose and inhaled, trying to figure out where I had smelled that heavenly scent before. Then my eyes widened at the obvious answer.
It’s his shirt. It smells like him...
I looked over to see him leaning against the sink with a smug smirk. My face turned tomato red with the realization that he had been watching me blatantly sniff his shirt. He closed the distance between us and swooped me up into his arms, bridal style. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing now!?” I squirmed, but didn’t fight too much. My adrenaline was running low, and I was becoming rather tired. Plus, I knew it would be pointless to fight him.
“Taking you to my bed,” he said and walked back down the hallway.
“Don’t you dare get any funny ideas, Mister! Or I will bite you again!” I growled, with fire blazing in my eyes as I poked at his firm chest.
“Oh, you’ll bite me, will you?” he lifted a brow and grinned. “Don’t tempt me to change my mind about treating you virtuously tonight.”
