Page 64 of Rhaz's Redemption
“I will gladly do as you command,” he breathed, then got up and sat on the furs like a good boy while I stood awkwardly for a moment before slipping my fingers under the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head.
Rhaz watched my every move, enraptured by the sight of my naked chest. The sun that shone through the shutters made my brown skin glimmer like an angel’s.
“You’re beautiful. So beautiful,” Rhaz breathed.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see you too.”
I’d seen Rhaz shirtless on many occasions, but never because I’d commanded it, and he was eager to obey. Rhaz pulled his shirt off over head revealing a dark blue chest criss crossed with scars.
I approached him slowly and got on my knees just as he was on his. Then I lightly traced those scars with my finger. There was a sharp intake of breath the moment I made contact. I backed away afraid that I’d hurt him somehow, but he grabbed my hand and held it.
“Please, don’t stop. No one’s touched me like this.”
My heart ached for him, and I slowly lowered my finger back down and continued to trace the scars again. Then Rhazlifted one of his hands and hovered it over my bare chest with a questioning look in his eyes.
“May I?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He let his fingers drift slowly to my skin where he delicately ran the pads of his fingers from my collarbone down to the top of my breast. Then he lowered his hand further until he was teasing my nipple with a touch that was so feather light I could cry from the tenderness of it.
“I’m not going to break,” I whispered. “You won’t hurt me.”
“Are you sure?” His question was so genuine it made my heart squeeze.
“I’m sure.”
He looked down at my chest and cupped my right breast in his hand and caressed it reverently.
“It’s so soft.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love it,” he smiled. “I love all of you.”
“I love all of you too,” I admitted. Rhaz’s smile turned bashful and the tips of his ears turned a dark blue.
“Let me wash you,” he commented as he moved the basin of warm water closer to us.
“Okay.”
He picked up the clean cloth that had been draped over the side and dipped it in the water. Then he brought it up to my chest and began washing me from the bottom of my neck down. His movements were slow and gentle as if he wanted to take his time drinking in this moment, but his eyes carried the usual intensity that they always did. They told me he wanted to devour me body and soul.
When he made his way to my nipples my body was already buzzing with anticipation. So much so, that first contactmade me gasp. He grunted his approval and kept going, making small circles over one nipple then the other until I clutched his shoulders and fought not to look as desperate as I felt.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” Rhaz purred. “Let me clean you with my tongue like a good mate should.”
His words made me squirm, and although I felt shaky, I found the strength to stand and slowly pushed my leather pants down my hips, thighs, calves, until they finally fell to the floor.
Rhaz’s jaw hung open as he took in the sight of me. For a long moment I didn’t see his chest move and I had to remind him to breathe.
“Sorry, I just… My brain stopped working for a second there,” he confessed. Then he moved toward our bed of furs and fluffed them out.
“Come lay before me and let me feast upon you.”
I swallowed hard and walked toward the bed. Rhaz patted the top fur as an eager invitation for me to join him, and I was happy to do so. There was no hesitation on my part, no fear. I trusted Rhaz, and I was falling in love with him too.
I laid down and he dipped the cloth in the water once again and rang it out. Then he, ever so gently, ran the warm fabric over my thighs over and over again, driving me wild with anticipation.
