Page 68 of Dark Fey Captive

It felt like heaven to have his fingers rubbing my scalp. I dunked under to rinse, and saw the water wasn’t clear when I came up. Gross. I stood as the tub drained and let him shampoo my hair a second time. The water was clear after another rinse.

“I promise to start moving the solar panels tomorrow,” he said. “You will be able to shower without worrying about warm water then.”

Nodding, I let him dry me off and carry me to the fireplace. It wasn’t until he sat on the mattress behind me with a hairbrush that I realized he’d ditched his pants at some point. I didn’t care. I used his knee to prop myself up and watched the fire as he carefully brushed through the tangled strands.

When he was done, he pulled me under the covers and settled me on his chest.

I tipped my head up to look at his face. “Thank you, Nav. It feels nice to have someone take care of me for a change. Would you do one more thing for me?”

“Yes,” he said, watching me.

“Will you make me come on your fingers again? Nothing else. Just your fingers tonight.”

His pupils expanded.

“Yes.”

The drawn-out word made me feel wanted in a way I desperately needed, and I relaxed more fully against him as his hands smoothed over my ass. He was good at distracting me, taking his time and building anticipation for the moment he finally moved his touch between my thighs.

My breath hitched at the first brush of his fingers against my folds. The tip of one slicked through the wetness he’d created, and he stopped breathing beneath me for a second. Was he thinking about licking his fingers again?

I liked the thought and wriggled a little to motivate him to keep going.

He did. Unhurriedly parting me and exploring my depth with one finger before tracing lazy circles around my clit. Every move was steadily adding to the pleasure that built by soothing increments.

Listlessly, I moved against his evenly paced thrusts.

“Do you like the way I touch you?” he asked softly.

My core clenched around his finger, and I nodded, knowing it was pointless to deny what he did to me.

He added a second finger, stroking that place inside of me that disconnected me from logic and turned me into a gratification-seeking hoe. I moved my hips more enthusiastically, but didn’t lift my head.

“Tell me what else will make you happy. More food?”

I shook my head.

“More books?”

I really did like the books he’d found. So many maps. But they weren’t what would make me happy right now, so I shook my head again.

“A shower?”

“Just you,” I said. “And this.”

He rumbled his agreement and let me drift in his steadiness for a few moments before he broke the silence.

“What about the other females with you? What will they want to be happy?”

I jerked my head off his chest to glare at him.

“Stop talking and make me feel good, Nav.”

He scrunched down and kissed the tip of my nose.

“Do orgasms make you happy?”

“Isn’t everyone happy when they come?”