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"Mine!" he shouts as he releases inside me.
A memory surfaces from the night before. He'd yelled the same thing when he came then too.
He might not love me, but he wants to own me.
How long before he realizes that in taking possession of my body, he's claiming my heart and my soul as well?
Chapter 20
SEVERU
Her eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion, Catalina is docile as I finally lead her to the shower.
I wore her out.
A kinder man would have waited at least another day before fucking her again. I am not that man.
The shopping trip with my mother and sister will have to wait though. Catalina's things can be collected from the Jilani mansion, and she will have to make do.
My wife needs more rest to heal.
And to keep up with my craving for her body.
She was a virgin last night, but Catalina didn't protest once about how roughly I just took her. She was with me all the way, right up to when she screamed out her orgasm.
Even now, her nipples bead under my hands as I wash her body. As tempted as I am to take her again, I also see the way she winces when she shifts the wrong way.
Not wanting her to have to raise her hands above her head, I wash her hair. I'm surprised that I like taking care of her this way. Does she enjoy it as well? I massage her scalp as I work in the shampoo.
My wife groans. "That feels good."
An odd sense of pride fills me. "Tip your head back so I can rinse you without the soapy water getting in your eyes."
She obeys and I like that too.
After I'm done rinsing away the shampoo, I start to wash my own body. She reaches for the bottle of conditioner, and I take it from her.
"I need it, Severu. My hair will look like a lion's mane after it dries otherwise."
"I'll do it." I work conditioner into her hair and leave it while I quickly wash my own hair. Then I finish rinsing my wife before turning off the water.
When we step out, I use a towel to soak up every droplet of moisture from my wife's sexy body, letting my own start to air dry. I make a mess of her hair trying to squeeze the water out of it with another towel.
She looks up at me with curiosity. "Can I expect this kind of treatment all the time, or is it because I'm wounded?"
"I don't know," I say honestly.
I want to do it, so I do. If I think about it, I'll have to ask myself why, so I don't. "Stay there."
She doesn't ask why. I go into the bedroom and return with her pain meds and the lotion from the hospital. After she takes the pills, I gently rub the lotion into her bruises and her hand.
"Is it still sore?" I ask her.
"Only a little."
I nod and finish rubbing the lotion in.
"Thank you," she says softly when I am done.
