Page 59 of Vengeance Becomes Her

She juggled the heavy, oddly shaped items as she fumbled with the key. They nearly spilled onto the floor as she waddled awkwardly to her room, tossing them on the oversizedreading chair.

She was so tired, but she needed to wash the medley of sweat and market smells off of her before she could relax. As she ran the bath, she undressed, unraveling her braided hair. She ran her fingers through it, stopping to massage her scalp every once in a while. She smiled at her reflection and took in the dark hue.

The dye was holding up, but she’d need to bring some more with her. She had no false notions that she’d be back in a month.

As she was closing the distance between her and the bath, there was a knock at the door. “One second…”

She heard Tristain’s husky laugh from the other side of the door. “Oh, it’s justyou. Come in.”

She was flustered, looking for any scrap of clothing or a towel in her room that she could throw around herself, but he was inside before she had time to find a solution.

“Where have you been all-” he stopped dead in his tracks when he realized she was standing there completely naked. A mischievous smile played upon his face. “Looks like I’m here just in time.”

She held her hand out. “None of that. You can talk to me while I’m in the bath. I need a good soak. I’m disgusting from the market.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. So, that’s where you were. What did you go to the market for?” He followed her into the washroom, leaning against the wall as she climbed into the tub.

“Things.” She sank down into the water, closing her eyes as she went under. She stayed there for a few moments, enjoying the warmth and silence. When she emerged he was staring down at her.

“You’re really going to make me sit here and watch you bathe?” His eyes darkened as she sat up straighter, her breasts teasing him at the surface of the water.

She decided this would be her revenge for how he tortured her at breakfast. She ran the soapy cloth over her arms, slowly moving it down her collar bone. She looked up at him and then moved it across and around her breasts, watching his body tense. Giving him a moment’s reprieve, she moved to her hair lathering it softly as her nipples raised higher out of the water.

She could feel the intensity of his stare and the draw of his body as she teased him. She rinsed the water from her top half and started to move the cloth down her body when Tristain’s hand wrapped around her forearm, stopping her in her tracks. He was kneeling beside the tub. He held out his other hand expectantly for the cloth. Demand heavy in his eyes.

Rhiannon dropped it in his hand, feeling her control slipping. She swallowed hard as he moved his hand down her body making large circles down the curves of her stomach before he ran it up and down each leg. She watched his tantalizingly slow progress as he made his way back up between her thighs. He let the cloth float away and cupped his handover her pussy.

Her nipples were so hard they ached to be touched. She let her hands wander down to her breasts, teasing herself withher fingertips.

His lips parted just slightly as she took control back. He let her have the moment, but not for long. The heat in his eyes demanded more. He ran his fingers down her slit. She was ready for him as he pushed twofingers inside.

A moan escaped her lips as she threw her head back onto the edge of the tub. She gripped the edge when he sped up and added another finger to fill her more as his nimble digits moved in and out. Using his thumb to pay special attention to her clit. He worked her like that until she orgasmed.

Between the heat of the tub and the satisfaction he just gave her, she was completely spent from the day. Her eyes were low and lazy as she smiled at him from across the tub. When she stood up to get out, he walked over to her with a towel. Once it was wrapped around her, he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, tucking her close to his warm body as they headed to the bedroom.

She would never admit it, but these small intimacies made her feel safe and cared for. Something she had been missing for a while now.

Rhiannon sat on the edge of the bed while he went to her dresser and pulled a silky blue slip from her drawer, tossing it to her. She slid it on over her head and removed her towel. She loved that he was so observant that he’d already memorized the layout of her room.

The satin felt luxurious against her warmed skin. She stood up, turned her head upside down, and wrang out her hair. She bunched the towel on the ends, scrunching the ends to help her hair dry in its usualtousled waves.

When she came back from hanging her towel in the washroom, Tristain was stripped down and in bed, clearly deciding he would be sleeping next to her tonight. She wasn’t going to argue. sleeping next to him had been the most peaceful night she’d hadin a long time.

She stayed shyly on her side of the bed until he pulled her close to him, nuzzling his face into her chest and wrapping his arms around her back. She allowed herself to curl into him, her head resting atop his. Despite what had happened at the festival, it seemed she was getting the escape she had so desperately needed anyway.

When Rhiannon woke up in the morning, Tristain was gone. She was a bit disappointed that he would sneak out but just when she was about to let her insecurities get the best of her, the door opened and there he was standing with a plate of waffles and strawberries with a generous portion of syrup. Her mouth watered as the warm, sugary smell wafted toward her.

“Breakfast in bed, what did I do to deserve this?” She extended her hands to take aplate from him.

“These are both for me, sorry you missed out. Early bird gets the worm and all that.” He winked at her as he made his way to the other side of the bed. Finally, he handed her a plate and her eyes widened with glee. She helped him prop up the pillows as he got comfortable.

“Thank you,” she said between a bite of waffle. “This is amazing.”

He laughed. “I thought so. How ever will you thank me?” He shifted his eyebrows suggestively on his forehead.

“Hmm…” She pretended to contemplate as she set her plate on the bedside table. “I think I might have something you’ll like in mind.” She crawled between his legs, sinking down on her elbows before him, ready for the next course.

She memorized the way he looked down at her, lids heavy and desire churning behind those dark eyes. It was enough to set her on fire and it was all the motivation she needed to give him a proper thank you.

---