Page 136 of Rescued By the Beast
I kneel in front of her, carefully removing her boots, and then, with a gentle movement, I lift the hem of her dress and begin to take it off.
She doesn't protest, just lets me take care of her, her eyes downcast, her body stiff with tension.
I take off my own clothes and turn on the shower, pulling her under the hot water. Steam rises around us as I slide my hands over her body, massaging her shoulders, arms, every tense muscle. When I reach her hair, I wash it carefully, my fingers sliding through the strands, massaging her scalp. She leans her hands against the wall, tilting her head back, her eyes closed.
"Mmm..." she purrs. "That feels so good. Thank you..."
"No need to thank me." I finish washing her hair, letting the water run down and wash away the lather. I lower my face and kiss her shoulder. "It's my duty to take good care of my female."
"I should take care of you too," she sighs softly, turning to wrap her arms around my neck, drawing me into a soft kiss. "You're still recovering, and you spent so much energy today..."
"I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me, Mark."
I sigh and rest my forehead against hers.
"I'm better than yesterday, tomorrow I'll wake up better than today," I promise.
When we finish, I wrap her in a soft towel and dry her gently. She watches me silently, her eyes full of emotion, allowing me to take care of her, understanding that I need to.
I take her to the bed, sitting her down carefully before picking up the brush. I sit behind her and begin to comb her wet hair with slow, rhythmic movements. With each stroke of the brush, her shoulders relax.
I brush a strand of hair away from her face and kiss the curve of her neck, feeling her shiver.
"How are you, love?" I murmur against her fragrant skin.
She sighs, nestling against me, her back resting on my chest. She lifts her face to look at me.
"Fine, just..." Sandra takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Maybe a little shocked by what I saw."
"What about the curse?"
"I..." She bites her lip, thoughtful. "I didn't feel anything when the witch died," she whispers.
"But now, do you feel anything?"
"I'm afraid to search for the curse inside me and..." She swallows hard. "Find the barrier, realise that I'm still trapped in it. I want to enjoy it while I'm still in control. I've never lasted this long in this form... and I don't feel exhausted."
She turns, settling herself on my lap with one leg on each side of my body, her arms around my neck. We are still completely naked, and I groan when her pussy rubs against my cock, making it throb and harden.
Our newly formed bond makes me want to possess her all the time. It was torture having to get up today and not be able to bury myself in her again, make lazy love when we woke up and then fuck her hard in the second round... spend the whole day in bed with her.
But two things prevented me: Sandra trapped in the feline body and then having to go hunting for the witch.
"I want you for the rest of the day, to enjoy every second by your side while I'm still here. Will you stay here with me?"
"I'm all yours for the rest of the day..." I gently bite the curve of her neck, just above the mark I left, and then whisper, more intensely. "I'm all yours, forever."
She smiles, beautiful, and wriggles, eliciting another hoarse moan from me.
"Sorry, your ribs..."
Sandra tries to get off me, but I hold her by the waist, pulling her back.
"I'm not moaning in pain, my love. It's the thrill of feeling your hot pussy teasing my cock."
"Oh!" She smiles again, blushing.
