Page 41 of Marking Mia

Instead, I grab the soap and a loofah, working up a rich lather. Her eyes fly open in surprise.

“What are you doing?” she stammers, instinctively trying to cover her breasts again.

“Helping you,” I remind her, moving her hands away. “Now be still. Let me take care of you, honey.”

I start with her shoulders, working the loofah in gentle circles over her skin. She trembles beneath my touch but doesn’t pull away. I move down to her arms, careful with her injured wrist, then back up to her neck, watching goosebumps rise wherever I touch.

When I finally bring the loofah to her breasts, she gasps. I move it slowly around each mound, watching in fascination as her tits bounce and jiggle with each motion. Her nipples arehard peaks now, begging for attention that I’m barely restraining myself from giving.

“Kane,” she whimpers, my name on her lips sending a jolt straight to my cock.

I continue my ministrations, moving down to her stomach and then around to her back. I kneel to wash her legs, my face level with her pussy. From this angle, I can see how swollen her lips are and how her thighs are slick with more than just water. She’s dripping for me, her body knowing what it needs even if her mind isn’t ready to admit it.

When I stand again, she’s breathing hard, her pupils wide with arousal.

“Everything you’re doing to me,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “It’s turning me on so much it almost hurts.”

Tears glisten in her eyes, and I understand immediately. She’s overwhelmed by these new sensations and by the omega instincts awakening inside her. My sweet little mate is aching for release, and I’m the only one who can give it to her.

Mia

The ache between my thighs is unbearable, making my entire body tremble. Steam rises around us in the bathroom, fogging the mirror and thickening the air with heat.

I shouldn’t be here with him. With this man that I barely know, yet I can’t bring myself to stop what’s happening. His dark, hungry eyes hold mine as his hand slides along my wet thigh, and I bite my lip to keep from begging him to touch me where I need it most.

“Kane,” I whisper, unsure of what I’m asking from this gorgeous man. He either needs to stop whatever he’s doing to me or just give me a fucking orgasm already.

His lips curl into a knowing smile. “Yes, Mia?”

I shake my head, embarrassed. I’ve never been this forward with a man before, never felt this desperate need. Justin had never made me feel this way before with just one touch.

“I need relief,” I whisper, barely audible over the sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub.

Without warning, his hand grips my thigh, fingers digging possessively into my flesh. I gasp as he slides his hand upward, parting my legs with confident ease. When his fingers finally brushed against my pussy lips, I let out a moan.

“So responsive,” he murmurs approvingly. “So fucking wet, and I’ve barely touched you.”

I should be mortified, but my body doesn’t care about common sense. All it knows is that his touch feels right in a way nothing ever has before.

His middle finger traces my entrance, gathering wetness before slowly pushing inside me. The invasion is so perfect that my eyes roll back, and my head falls against the edge of the tub.

“Oh God,” I moan, breathing harder as he works his finger deeper.

“You like that?” he asks, though it’s clear he knows the answer. “Want more?”

I nod frantically, gripping his broad shoulder through his now-damp blue dress shirt. He’s still fully clothed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, while I’m completely exposed to him.

The power imbalance only heightens my arousal.

“Yes, please, more,” I beg, past caring how desperate I sound.

He rewards me by adding a second finger, stretching me deliciously. The fullness makes me think of his cock- the impressive outline I couldn’t help but notice in the car. I imagine what it would feel like to have him inside me insteadof his fingers, filling me, and the thought makes my eyes roll back.

“Very nice,” he encourages, curling his fingers to hit a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. “Take my fingers. Show me how that pretty pussy works.”

With his free hand, he begins circling my clit, the dual stimulation making me writhe in the water. I’m making embarrassing little whimpering sounds, but I can’t stop myself.

“It feels so good,” I moan. “Yes, like that.”

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