Page 149 of Fortress of the Cursed

He rubs his chin. He hasn’t shaved in the same three days, and I kinda like the hobo look on him.

“I’m sorry, I just… I’m worried about you.”

He’s been like this ever since I got rescued. I keep reassuring him that I’m fine. But he doesn’t buy it.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m okay.” I lean out from under the spray to cup his face and plant a soft, wet kiss on his lips. “Please come and join me.”

We haven’t had sex either.

He’s treating me like I'm going to break, when the truth is, I’ve never felt better.

I guess the adrenaline, that dream of wanting to live and to be reunited with Fynn, really does trump all else.

“I don’t know… The doctor said…”

I give him a pointed look. “Fynn,I’ma doctor, and I’m not going to break. Now take your clothes off and get in here with me! I’m sick of you avoiding me like the plague.”

He narrows his eyes. “I’m not doing that. Doctor’s orders were for you to be on bedrest, but if I’m honest, you’re actually quite a difficult patient.” A smile plays on his lips.

“Is that so?” I grab him by the scruff of the neck and yank him inside the shower with me.

He protests, trying to shove his shoes off before they get ruined.

“Sage!”

“I gave you ample opportunity to get in here earlier,” I say, feeling quite smug with myself.

He steps out of his pants, pulling them off along with his underwear, and then pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor.

I look at him in all his glory.

His perfectly chiseled chest and abs are a sight to behold. I will never get sick of looking at him naked.

His dick hangs heavily between his legs. I want to reach out and touch it.

When my eyes finally meet his, he smirks. “See something you like?”

He steps toward me, his hands at my hips as he walks me back into the warm spray.

I cup his dick with one hand, making him hiss. “Yes, I see a lot of things I like, and a lot of things I need, like this.” I tug on him, and he gives me such a carnal look that I bite down on my lip.

“Baby…”

I start to jerk him off as his lips meet mine once more. His kisses are hot and wet, and I can’t get enough of him.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” I tell him as he pushes my back against the tiles, pressing his body against mine so I feel every hard inch of him. “And I don’t like it.”

He smiles into my skin, peppering my neck with kisses. “I’m just following orders, something that you might learn to do one of these days.”

I snort. “Not likely.”

He grips my ass as I yelp, lifting me as I wrap my legs around him.

Without any warning, he reaches between us, lines himself up and pushes his hard cock inside me.

“Jesus,” I cry out.

“This what you want,baby cakes?”

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