Chapter 31 Selene #2
The soothing scent of lavender coils in the air as I sink into the warm bath.
Damn, did I miss this. I’m glad it’s all over.
I’m glad he came for me, but I’m still worried…
about my baby. I need to make sure they’re okay with all the stress and beatings I’ve taken.
I need to find a way to sneak out to see a doctor who is not under Cortez’s control.
I swallow softly, sneaking a glance at Cortez.
I can’t tell him now…not when I don’t even know the health status of the baby.
Even though it’s killing me not to blurt it out, Cortez needs more time before I deliver the news.
I’m going to find a doctor first thing in the morning and make sure everything is okay.
With that thought, I push my worries to the back of my mind and try to live in the moment.
Tense silence thickens the space as I watch him lather the loofah before moving to gently scrub my hands. He’s crouched beside the bathtub, sleeves rolled up and eyes locked on my hands.
His face is etched with exhaustion, but he still looks hot. Even with his injured shoulder, he’s decided to do this.
“You…don’t really have to do this, you know.” I bite my lips, my stomach curling from exhaustion and something I refuse to name.
He slowly slides water down my arms, “I’m not letting anyone else touch you.” The way he says the words, thick and with a bit of restraint, knocks the breath out of my lungs.
“I…I almost lost you,” he continues, working lather through my thighs. “Nothing’s ever scared me like not knowing where you were…”
His eyes are heavy with emotions—almost similar to the ones raging inside of me, and it prompts me to tug him. He drops the loofah, pulls off his clothes, and joins me.
He sinks behind me, gripping my hips in place above his. I don’t know when he grabs the loofah, but soon enough I feel him trailing down my chest.
I move to grind against him, but he holds me in place, circling soapy water around my breast. My head falls back when he rolls my nipple with his bare hand, his breath hot against my neck.
I let out a moan as he moves to the second, giving it equal treatment. He starts to trail light kisses at the back of my neck just as his hands drop to my pussy, tossing the loofah somewhere in the water.
His hand first brushes my inner thighs lightly before he makes his way to my core. Instinctively, I part my legs for him, pleasure thickening my throat as he runs a single finger between my folds.
A jolt of excitement rushes through me, but it doesn’t last when he takes his hand away. Releasing a frustrated grunt, I snatch his hand back.
“Cortez,” I moan breathlessly, holding his hand against my sex and grinding against it. He grunts thickly and retracts his hand.
“Cortez, please,” my voice is a breathy whisper. Another grunt leaves his lips as he holds me by my waist.
In one swift motion, he positions us so that I’m straddling him, our faces barely inches apart. My stomach curls when I take in the look in his eyes. He’s tentative, as if battling something inside.
There’s a long pause as he watches me, fingers tightening against my hips. Slowly, he trails a hand down the side of my face and stops when he gets to the corner of my lips. His jaw clenches as he lightly trails a feathery touch on a bruise there.
“I’m fine,” I swallow thickly, holding his palm against my cheek and leaning into it. He says nothing, his thumb only grazing my jaw. “All I need is you right now. Please.”
As if something switches inside him, his eyes darken as his gaze drops to my chest before his hands cup my breasts. His touch is warm…soothing. I bite back a moan, arching my chest into him.
As he adjusts himself below me, my hands steady themselves on his shoulders, trying to keep away from his bandaged injury.
A moan slips past my lips when I feel his bulge at my entrance. But he doesn’t move his hips. Instead, he replaces one hand with his lips, latching onto my nipple while his other hand kneads my other breast.
Releasing a silent gasp, I dig my hands into his hair, tugging at his strands for more. He growls against my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through my core. His lips trail lower, kissing past my belly button until he reaches my lower belly.
With a groan, he fixes both hands beneath my thighs and lifts me a few inches above the water. When his lips latch onto my folds, I can’t help the cry that rips through me.
He sucks hungrily, licking and lapping until my body starts to shake. Just then, he raises his head, guides my hands to his shoulders and aligns our hips. Without hesitation, he pushes into me slowly, stretching my walls with delicious tingles.
“Fuck!” I moan, letting my head fall into his shoulder.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs, kissing the side of my head.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he slams into me again, this time with a bit of urgency. I meet him halfway, bouncing desperately as he fills me, his thick cock hitting the end of my cervix. I curl my lips, familiar pressure building in my stomach.
His hands slip to my ass, kneading and parting my cheeks to accommodate more of him. He slides out and pounds into me again, aiming for my sweet spot. He doesn’t miss. I continue to roll and whine against his pelvis, bouncing and clenching around his dick.
“Fuck, Selene,” he cusses, increasing his thrusts. He tugs my head forward to kiss me, nibbling gently on my lower lip.
My stomach tightens in knots as he devours my mouth and ravages my needy pussy. I don’t know how long we fuck each other, but the next thing I know, my nails are digging into his skin, and stars start exploding behind my eyes.