Chapter 78
Elijah Vaughn.
Instead, I rested my head against his chest, letting myself sink into the warmth radiating from him.
“I know, sweetheart. But there’s no need to push yourself. You’re still sore, and if we can avoid more pain, we should. I’ll let you walk a little when we’re in the cafeteria.”
The way he always made sure I didn’t overexert myself pulled a small smile from my lips.
He was possessive, controlling, and obsessive.
And yet, being held by him–enveloped in his strength–brought a strange sense of comfort.
As he carried me through the hallway, my mind wandered to the idea of finally leaving the cell and interacting with someone else.
Today, for the first time in days, I’d be able to eat in the cafeteria.
See Fox.
Talk to someone besides Dante.
Not that I minded talking to him–truth was, I loved it.
But after being locked in the same space for so long, the simple thought of being in a different environment felt invigorating.
We reached his private bathroom, and he gently lowered me down. He took the uniforms from my hands and placed them on a nearby bench.
I stood still as his fingers began to slide along the fabric of my uniform, calmly unbuttoning it.
I was used to this by now.
He liked dressing and undressing me. It was almost a ritual for him–something he insisted on doing with his own hands.
The filthy fabric slipped from my body, leaving my skin bare.
I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed.
I watched as he removed his own uniform, his dark eyes locked onto mine.
Then he took my hand and guided me toward the shower.
My steps were slow, but nothing stopped me from moving forward, driven by the desire to feel hot water on my skin.
Once I reached the shower area, I turned the knob.
The first stream of water hit my body, and a content sigh escaped my lips.
“This feels so good…” I murmured, letting my head fall back.
The warmth instantly relaxed my sore muscles. I could feel the lingering fatigue washing away with the steady stream, dissolving into the surrounding
steam.
He moved beside me, picking up the soap.
Without hesitation, he began washing my body.
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I ran a hand through my wet hair, allowing him to do as he pleased.
If it made him happy, why would I mind?
His touch was firm, yet careful,
He slid the soap over my collarbone, my chest, then slowly down. His fingers traced my abdomen with gentle pressure, mindful of the still–sensitive areas.
Any pain?” His voice murmured close to my car.
I shook my head lightly, soaking in the contrast between his strength and the tenderness in his touch.
His hands moved lower, tracing my waist and my hips, following the trail of white foam across my skin.
I closed my eyes, simply savoring the sensation.
Days without a proper shower had been frustrating.
I felt filthy, bound to the memory of that day in the yard.
But now… everything was being washed away.
The pain, the weight, the invisible marks I still carried.
He turned my shoulders slightly, guiding me to face away from him.
The soap glided down my spine, his hands following it, covering every inch of skin.
He did everything with near–meticulous care.
If there was one thing Dante enjoyed as much as possessing me, it was taking care of me.
I stayed still as he finished washing me, attentive even to the smallest detail.
When he was done, he guided me back under the stream to rinse off every trace of soap.
My body felt lighter, more at ease.
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me before taking another for himself.
‘Did it feel good?”
He asked as he gently dried my hair with the towel.
I looked up at him, my gaze sliding over his serene expression before a smile curved my lips.
‘It was perfect.
He returned my smile with satisfaction, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, savoring the moment before pulling away.
He grabbed the toothbrush, added paste
as he lathered up.
and handed it to me. As I brushed slowly, I watched him return to the shower, his hands sliding over his own body
My eyes followed his every move, admiring the defined muscles and the water cascading down his skin.
It had been a while since we’d done anything.
I wanted to.
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So badly, it hurt.
F**king him right now was the only thought racing through my mind, but I knew my body wasn’t ready yet.
Not yet, unfortunately.
I placed my hands on the sink and forced myself to look away, focusing on rinsing my mouth. Feeling completely clean after so many days of superficial care was indescribable.
He grabbed his own toothbrush and began brushing his teeth while my eyes lingered on his wet, loose hair. He looked even hotter like that.
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