The Unmarked Mate

Chapter 37

Elestren

We walked toward my house. It was dinner time so there was no one in the streets. James insisted on carrying my bag, so I let him. I was glad I could finally go home, I wanted to take a shower, a real one, not the "showers" I had to take with Lucius, nor the nurse washing me with a wet towel. We arrived at the dead-end street, and I felt relieved to be back, I wasn't sure I would get back there to be honest. James was fussing around me.

"James I'm fine you know! You don't need to carry my bag or to help me walking."

"You may be able to do that, but it doesn't mean I cannot help you. Besides I haven't had the chance to have you close to me in three days." He gave me a cheeky smile. He looked so good when he smiled like that.

When I walked into the house, I just took a deep breath, it smelled like home. There was food on the counter and in the fridge. The place was spotless, as if I had never left. George and Elizabeth surely had something to do with that. I felt James' hand on my lower back, and I turned to look at him. I stared at his hazel eyes which turned black when he would shift, I stared at his messy auburn hair, his broad shoulders, and I took in his scent. I had missed it when he was gone for three days, he smelled like a cold early morning in summer, it was comforting, enticing. I had truly missed him, I doubted I would have confessed it though... Without thinking I hugged him, I wanted his warmth all around me. I liked the firmness of his embrace. I rested my head on his chest just enjoying his presence. After a while I let him go, feeling almost stupid for that.

"What do you need?" he asked me softly.

"A shower, I have been scrubbed by a wet towel for too long. I need to just... wash away everything." I said, perhaps my voice was a bit sad on the last part. His face got melancholic looking at me.

"Can I help you?" he pleaded. I actually thought he asked that without any ulterior motives.

"There is nothing more that I want!" I answered with a mischievous grin, recalling his own words to me a few days ago. His face lit up with a bright smile. He certainly caught my inuendo. We walked up to my room. He started the water to warm up before I got in. I looked up and he gently kissed me, it was soft, it was asking for permission. My hands started to search for the buttons of his shirt. He was looking at me undressing him. I slowly unfastened each button, revealing little by little his muscular and slightly hairy chest. Once opened, I pulled the shirt off his body, enjoying the feel of his bulging muscles under my hands. That man's body belonged in a museum I thought, understanding there and then the effect of Stendhal Syndrome. Looking at him was like staring at Michanlegelo's statue of David. Such beauty and perfection was otherworldly to me, it seemed forbidden to look straight at it, too sacred for the commoner's eye.

Still, when he looked at me, his eyes were burning with desire. I wanted him too, I was getting wetter by the minute exploring his body with my touch. I had seen him naked before, but I hadn't really looked, I had caught a glimpse, I couldn't help myself then, but now I could finally take it all in. My hands moved to his trousers, button, zipper and I pulled them down with his underwear. Once the trousers were down, he walked out of them. Goddess he was handsome. His member was already hard for me. I would enjoy that. My gaze was lustful on him, and as he caught it, he smirked.

"Can I?" he asked me.

"Yes" I nodded in a whisper. He took my hand and made me turn so that my back would face him. He gently pulled down the zipper of my dress. I closed my eyes. I knew my back had scars now, several white marks on my dark skin from the silver tips of the whip. He opened the dress and accompanied its fall with his hands grazing my shoulder, my arms, my hips, my thighs. I wasn't wearing a bra since I had had the bandages for the past week. He had gotten me panties when we arrived at Yew Tree Pack, so I wasn't pantyless as I had joked.