Page 117 of Blood So Brutal

“I should dry these clothes,” I said, voice hoarse. Huntyr’s eyes clung to my lips when I spoke.

“Yes,” she agreed. “That’s a good idea.”

She did not smile, did not joke. She adjusted herself slightly so she could grab the bottom of my shirt, using her legs to hold herself against me while she pulled it up and over my head before throwing the wet fabric onto the dry riverbank.

I reached down and unbuttoned my own pants, pushing them off without letting go of her.

I was already so fucking hard just from holding her body to mine. Any chance of hiding that was long gone. I threw my pants onto the land, underwear following.

Huntyr said nothing.

I froze in the water as she leaned back—every movement laced with caution—and pulled the tunic up and over her own head.

She did the same with her dress, though it already bunched around her waist. She maneuvered it off, her breasts falling against me as she tossed the dress to dry.

Leaving only her panties between us.

Huntyr swallowed, and I watched every fucking movement of it, mesmerized by her beauty, barely controlling myself.

“I should let these dry too,” she whispered.

“It would be a good idea.” Neither of us moved. I didn’t fucking dare.

She cleared her throat. “Care to assist?”

Goddess have fucking mercy.

My throat rumbled with a low growl, one I couldn’t hold back if my life depended on it. I carried us to the riverbank, eyes locked on her, hers locked on me.

This felt different. Intense. Huntyr made me nervous in more ways than one, but this was something entirely more nerve-wrecking.

I reached the land and set her down with her legs still straddling me.

I took both index fingers and hooked them around each side of the evil fabric.

Her breasts dripped with water, her black curls covering her shoulders so fucking perfectly.

She pressed herself up on her hands as I pulled the panties away.

Her breathing hitched as the air hit her exposed body. I quickly tossed the fabric aside and into the sun along with the rest of our clothes.

Still, we said nothing. We didn’t need to. I could feel her own nerves, her anticipation, her longing.

I slowly moved closer, running my hands on the outside of her smooth thighs. “You’re fucking perfect, Huntress, and you’re all mine.”

Her big, brown eyes gazed up at me.

“Will you let me clean you?” I asked.

She hesitated for a second before nodding, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

So shy. So perfect. Somine.

I stepped back in the water so I could see her fully. I pushed her knees, spreading her open. She glistened against the damn sunlight. She wasthatstunning,thatincredible.

Controlling myself with her blood was one thing, but controlling myself with her body?

Damn near impossible.

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