Page 64 of Claimed By the Villain
“We’re taking a shower together.”
I drop my boxer briefs and step under the water with her, but I don’t touch her yet. I hold her face and kiss her slowly, letting my tongue slide into her mouth. At first, it’s to calm her down, because she still looks ready for a fight, but soon her delicious taste takes over my senses, killing off any pretense of rational thought.
My hand trails down her neck until I cup one breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple. She lets out a soft gaspwhen I pinch it between thumb and forefinger, using a little more force.
It doesn’t take long for Jackie to start trembling, her hands coming up to circle my neck.
I slide my fingers between her thighs, and when I touch her soft curls, she tugs on my hair, showing me just how ready she is.
It’s mutual torture, the slow way I’m teasing her, and when I finally slide a finger into her, we both groan. She’s so damn wet.
I push in deeper and add a second finger, Jackie’s breaths turning short and quick.
My thrusts grow faster, the pressure inside her building.
I can barely breathe from how hard I’m turned on, the air burning my lungs like a tongue of fire.
Without stopping, I use my thumb to massage her clit, working it until she’s begging me for release.
“Come for me.”
“Lucifer.”
“Yes. I’m your personal demon, Jackie.”
She shudders in my hand and, with one last whimper, gives me her orgasm.
Her knees start to buckle, but I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her tight against me.
I crush my lips to hers, needing to drink in all her pleasure-filled sounds.
It was supposed to be a gentle kiss. I brought her into the shower for a reason, to take care of her. But soon, our tongues are warring, battling for control. Commanding and obeying.
Then she catches me off guard, breaking the kiss.
“Wash me,” she says, grabbing a bar of soap and handing it to me.
“What?”
“I want you to wash my body and my hair.”
For a few seconds, I just stare at her, making no move to take the soap, trying to figure out what the hell kind of game this is, one I’ve never played before.
Jackie doesn’t blink, watching me expectantly until I finally understand she’s dead serious.
I lather the soap between my hands and run them over her skin, covering every inch. I deliberately avoid her pussy and ass, brushing only briefly over her nipples. If her goal is to tease me, she’s about to learn I play that game, too.
I expect her to tell me to do it properly, to touch her where I know she wants it, but that’s not what happens.
She glances back over her shoulder, smiling.
“Wash my hair too,” she says, handing me a bottle of shampoo.
I squirt a generous amount into my hands and work my fingers into her brown hair, massaging her scalp.
She rinses it out herself, and without her asking, I grab the conditioner. I never imagined giving my woman a bath could turn me on this much.
This time, when she moves to rinse it, I stop her, running my hands through her hair under the water to help.
