Page 84 of His Hell Girl

How is it that one look at her and I get painfully hard, one touch of hers and I'm ready to spill myself?

As someone who's never been interested in the opposite sex, I'm simply baffled by the way my body reacts to hers. The epitome of femininity, she's uniquely attractive—made just for me. And I plan to worship her for as long as I live.

"No more secrets now," she whispers against my lips.

"No more secrets," I agree.

Her hands secured around my neck, I swoop her in my arms, exiting the pool. Red droplets of blood mixed with water cling to our skin as they make their way down, dripping onto the floor.

Sisi's watching me through hooded eyes, a comfortable sigh escaping her as she snuggles closer to me.

Taking her to the shower stalls, I turn on the water, letting it wash everything away from us.

Under the powerful jet of the shower, murky water falls down our bodies, washing the red away. I lower her to her feet, and grabbing a sponge, I lather it with soap as I start tracing my way down her body, cleaning every spot.

She doesn't speak as I move the sponge over her neck, and down her tits, only watching me closely, mouth half parted as she releases a small gasp every time my hand brushes over her nipples.

I move slowly as I clean her body, washing the blood away to reveal her pristine skin.

Dropping to my knees in front of her, I glide my hand over her stomach and lower, towards the patch of hair between her legs. Her breath hitches as I gently dab at the area.

"Vlad," she whispers, looking down at me. Her eyes are misty—from tears or water from the shower, I don't know.

The corner of my mouth curls up in a lopsided smile as I lean forward, placing a kiss on her belly. I lay my cheek to her skin, closing my eyes and simply enjoying the feel of her next to me.

She threads her hands through my hair, massaging shampoo into my scalp. Her touch is firm yet gentle, thoroughly cleaning my hair. A sigh of pleasure escapes me, my skin tingling as she trails her fingers down my face before she cups my cheek.

"We'll get through everything," she says. "Together. We're a team, remember?" She smiles at me and I feel my own lips twitch in response. I take her hand, kissing her open palm.

"Yes. We're a team, hell girl," I agree, rising to my feet. We stand for a moment under the strong jet of water, letting it rinse over our skin, before I carry her out, wrapping her in blankets and drying her.

I don't wait for her to say anything as I take her to my room, fully intent on showing her just how much she means to me.

The goddess of my heart.

She doesn't question where we're going, or what I'm doing as I lay her on my bed, stepping away to watch her in all her glory, Spread out on the bed, she's temptation personified, the epitome of warmth on a cold winter night.

Because she's the only thing that's made my frozen heart thaw, the ice slowly melting, the beats speeding up. And just like that, it beatsonlyfor her.

"What are you doing?" she asks, almost shyly as she sees me open one drawer, taking out a bottle of body oil.

Since I'd shopped for abouteverythinga woman might require, I'm fully stocked to meet her every desire.

"Spoiling you." I smirk at her as I lower myself onto the mattress, my hand slowly brushing up her thigh. "I want to take care of you," I continue, my hand moving higher until it reaches the curve of her ass.

She purrs softly, turning on her stomach and pushing her ass in the air. Not unlike the first time I saw her, I find myself enthralled by her sinuous curves.

I trace the contour of her cheeks with my fingers, enjoying the way goosebumps appear all over her skin.

A faint shiver makes its way down her spine, a tiny mew escaping her lips as she closes her eyes, her entire body slack and relaxed as she lets me do whatever I want to her.

Not one to let an invitation go to waste, I'm quick to squirt some oil into my palms, laying them on her skin and spreading the moisture all around.

"That feels so good," she whimpers as I move higher, massaging the oil into her back.

Straddling her ass, my dick is resting between her ass cheeks as my hands move gently up her back, massaging her shoulders and her neck.

She doesn't realize, but there's an ever so slight thrust of her ass toward me, pushing my cock further into the valley of her ass, the action so innocent, yet so maddening I have the hardest time controlling myself.

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