“I brought you here. It is my responsibility to look after you. Besides you look like a mess. You might faint while bathing.”
She pulled her arm by force and he let go of it despite the fact that he could hold her just by his two fingers. Did she look like a mess? “I'm not gonna faint!”
“I'll be standing right outside, just in case” he informed her absolutely calm.
A punch in his pretty face might ruin the irritating calmness...she thought infuriated. Her body was still waiting for his caresses, trembling out of desire...her lips were still longing for a kiss...they felt deprived...She decided that a bath would probably make her feel better...calm down her strained nerves...She stepped puffing inside the room with the black and white tiles , the silver taps and the huge mirror with the sink opposite to the bathtub but he rushed inside as well.
“The towels are here and the foam bath is over there, the shampoo, too. Unfortunately, I don't have anything that you can dry your hair with..” He was so enormous, so stout and firm that even though the bathroom was spacious, it looked tiny now and the air around was condensed. She looked at him with huge eyes devouring his tall build. He was leaning over to take a towel outside a drawer for her and the ebony of his hair was shining magically under the strong light, the steel muscles on his back were tightened by the movement, his slim waist and his lovely backside were stealing her tongue away. When he got up she turned her look up high in the corner, where a small spider was making its web. “Thanks” she said troubled and took the towel without looking him in the eye. He stood there for a while, still, with his breath heavy in his wide chest. He was staring at her, rising the temperature to the maximum and making her red spots in her face even bigger.
She bit off the inside of her gums. “Now, you can go...” without really meaning any word she said. I'm a psycho...she admitted.
“If you need anything, I'll be right outside...”his hoarse voice made something agitate low in her tummy. She looked up startled by his reactions facing him and then the agitation became a turmoil. The way he was looking at her made something convulse inside her. The fiery flames burning underneath his lowered eyelids. He turned his wide back on her, though, keeping these flames and his strained features off of her visual field.
She took a deep breath. Surely, he was playing with her! With her madness and her desire and she couldn't stand it anymore...
She watched him stepping out the bathroom and the atmosphere around became a little lighter as the door closed behind him. She closed her eyes for a moment. Where was all this going to? She opened them again and turned to look herself in the mirror. The long brown hair, the honey-colored eyes, the round face, the tiny fleshy lips. Indeed, she was pale despite the two spots, that colored her cheekbones high. Pale, transparent, with black circles under her eyes. Her hair was messy by the wind, her attire utterly ridiculous, her look tired...Maybe that's the reason why he found it so easy to resist her! To reject her. With bitterness as a permanent resident of her mouth, she opened the taps. She regulated the temperatures and started undressing. She rid herself of the despicable clothes leaving her soft, transparent, white skin bare. Her big breasts with the dark nipples were still hard by the previous contact with him, her slim waist, her well-turned hips were slightly bigger than desired, the brown triangle adorned the inner side of her legs, which were long and bolt upright. She wasn't ugly...No! A lot of men had been interested in her when they saw her, but she didn't allow anyone to approach her. Even Alexander, who had fought so much, was standing quite away, waiting. As opposed to Minos...
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