Savage Heart (Wreck & Ruin 2)

“Get off me.”

“You need to shower.”

“Oh, now you fucking care!?” She growls, “After you left me like that? I swear to God, Hunter,” I shiver at my name on her tongue, “If I get an infection because of you, I will cut off your cock and feed it to you!”

Keeping a tight hold on her I step into the shower, lowering us both to the ground.

Ice cold water hits us both and the vitriol she was spilling soon gets halted as the freezing water chills her. Her nails dig into my skin and her teeth begin to chatter before the water warms.

“Stay still,” I order as I pull my arms from her.

“Not like I can go anywhere,” she hisses.

I grip the neckline of the t-shirt and tear, ripping it from her body and then I do the same for her underwear, leaving her completely naked for my eyes.

Her round breasts are a vision, rosy nipples peaked from the initial cold. Her creamy skin, littered with scars from her trauma is a feast for me to devour and that perfect space between her legs. She was my angel. My snow. My princess.

“Let me go,” She whispers.

“Never.” I vow.

Slowly I tug her back until her head is beneath the spray, wetting her glossy black hair. I run my fingers through the strands before I lift some shampoo from the side and squirt it into the tresses, bringing it to a lather with the tips of my fingers. She thinks I don’t notice how her body relaxes, even just a touch as I massage her scalp before I wash it out and lather it in conditioner. She forgets we’d done this before, I knew what she liked and how she liked it.

I’ve been preparing for this moment for quite some time.

Leaving the conditioner to sit for a minute, I squirt soap into my palm and begin to work it over her skin.

“Untie me.”

“I know you’ll try to run, Snow,” I admit sadly, “and I can’t let you go. You’ll learn to love me again but for now, it has to be this way.”

I hear her teeth grind.

I wash her neck and shoulders, arms and hands before I work the soap over her collar bones and down to her breasts, letting myself feel the soft mounds against my palms, feeling the buds of her nipples and reveling in how they harden further beneath my touch. She swallows hard, fighting it.

I slip down her stomach, over the hardened abdominals. She had been working out clearly, strengthening herself. I feel each new ridge and dip but also remember every curve like it was only yesterday I had her without all this hate between us. I follow the line of her hip and then my hand dips between her legs. I wash away the evidence of our previous activities, but I let myself take a good feel of her cunt, feeling the warm flesh under my fingertips, teasing at her entrance. She fights it good, I will give her that but the hitch in her breath, the way her chest heaves, it gives her away.

I did however hope my lack of attention after what we did wouldn’t leave her with any discomfort. She sucks in a breath when I move away from that sensitive spot and wash her legs and feet and then I wash it all off, including the conditioner in her hair and switch off the shower.

After drying her I pull out a pair of women’s pajamas, just some shorts and a cami. I’d been filling this space with clothes I’d know she’d like for years. She doesn’t fight me as I put them on her, having to let her restraints lose to get them on successfully.

When she is finally dressed and her hair brushed and braided by my hand, I press a kiss to the space between her neck and shoulder.

“I still want to kill you.” She whispers.

“I have a gift for you.”

“I don’t want it.”

“I think you will want this one, Snow.”

“I want nothing from you,” she spits, “except your death.”

I come around her front, pressing myself against her, gripping her chin, “You don’t mean that.”

“I mean every word.”

Softly, I whisper my lips against hers, “Regardless, I have a gift and you’ll want to see what I have to offer.”