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Raised to Kill

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Allara’s eyes grew wide.

“Are…are we going to use it tonight?” she asked uncertainly.

“No—of course not. Absolutely not,” Brand promised her quickly. “I know you’re not up for that tonight, baby—I didn’t even know this was here. I just wanted us to get away to someplace new. All we’re going to do tonight is take a bath and go right to bed and cuddle. All right?”

Her anxious look melted away and she smiled up at him.

“Mmm, I do love cuddling with you, husband. Let us hurry and take our bath so that we can snuggle in bed together.”

“You got it, baby.” Grinning, Brand led her into the fresher where the bathing pool was.

“Oh, this one is twice as big as ours!” Allara stared at it in surprise. “We can really swim in here!”

“Well, if you call what you do ‘swimming.’” Brand grinned at her.

“Do not tease me, husband—I am learning,” she said with dignity, though he saw the sparkle of laughter in her eyes. “Come on—let’s get in,” she added.

They wasted no time in stripping down and slipping into the steaming water. Allara, who could just about dog-paddle now, after he had spent most of their Bathing Week giving her lessons, swam in circles around Brand several times before coming to rest in his arms.

After cuddling her soft, naked body to his for some time, Brand reached for a foaming sponge and began to wash her thoroughly.

Allara sighed and submitted to his bathing, just as she had in the Sacred Grove. He took his time lathering her up and rinsing her off, loving the feel of her soft, curvy body in his hands, though he was careful not to touch her suggestively. This bath was about comfort and love—not sex, he told himself. Still, it moved him deeply when she allowed him to bathe her so tenderly, giving herself over to him with absolute trust.

“Gods, baby,” he murmured as he finished rinsing the creamy suds off her soft skin. “Love this—love it when you let me take care of you.”

“You like to take care of me?” Allara looked up at him. Her lovely full breasts were floating on the surface of the water like creamy chocolate-caramel mounds tipped with ripe blackberries.

“You know I do,” Brand told her, smoothing a long strand of indigo hair away from her face. “I love taking care of you.”

“Then…” Allara bit her lip. “Would you mind taking care of me the way you did during our Tasting Week, husband?” she asked, looking up at him through her thick, indigo lashes.

Brand felt his shaft stir at once.

“You want me to take care of you with my tongue, baby?” he growled softly. “Want me to ‘kiss your panties?’”

Allara’s cheeks grew rosy.

“I know I have no panties on for you to kiss…”

“That’s okay, baby,” Brand assured her. “We can make do without the panties.”

Reaching for a stack of thick, fluffy towels by the side of the pool, he spread one out and lifted Allara out of the pool to lay her on her back. Before she could start shivering, he quickly draped another towel over her so that most of her was covered.

Allara took a third towel and propped it under her head. Then she let her legs drift apart, showing him the soft little pussy he’d been missing so damn much.

“Gods, baby, you’re perfect, Brand murmured, reaching out to stroke her inner thighs and coax them even farther apart. For once, she was at just the right height for him to taste her, since he was standing at the deep end of the bathing pool and she was laid out like a feast in front of him.

“Mmm, husband…” She reached for him longingly. “Come and kiss me. I miss your mouth on me.”

Brand’s shaft got so hard at her soft words that he felt like he could fuck through solid steel. Gods, was there anything hotter in the universe than the woman you loved inviting you to taste her pussy? He didn’t fucking think so.

But as much as he had missed burying his face between her thighs, he wanted to take his time and get to know her all over again. Leaning forward, he rubbed his cheek against her soft little mound, making Allara gasp quietly.

“Mmm, baby, you smell so damn good,” he groaned, both bathing in her scent and scent-marking her himself at the same time. “I could scent you all day.”

“I…I’d rather that you tasted me,” Allara said breathlessly. “Please, husband—you’re driving me crazy!”

“And why is that? Is your soft little pussy getting all hot and wet and ready for my tongue?” Brand growled softly, knowing that she liked it when he talked dirty to her. “Are you ready for me to spread your sweet pussy open and lap your hot little clit?”

“Oh! Yes, husband!” she exclaimed breathlessly, the scent of her desire rising even higher as she bucked her hips up to him. “Please—please give me a bath with your tongue as you have in the past.”



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