He was right—even out of the excitement of the scenes I'd requested, even in these periods of rest, I needed to forget the world outside of this cabin, that even this moment of him washing my hair was part of the experience I'd paid for. I softened in his hold, and Khell'ar released a rumble of approval. His thumbs pressed circles into the base of my skull as his long, thick fingers reached every inch of my head, thorough and tender, doing the work once and then all over again until I was melting in the warm water of the bath, flower petals kissing my breasts and knees as they skimmed the surface.

I wasn't dozing, but I fell into a comfortable empty space in my own mind as my orc companion rinsed my hair again, my head tipped back and his larger fingers protecting my eyes and ears from the rushing water.

"Sunny suits you," he said, combing slick conditioner into my tangled locks and then starting the scalp massage all over again. "Bright, golden woman, begging for my cock and coming in cascades on my lap."

I was too relaxed to do more than smile and blush.

"I'm going to feast on that generous cunt of yours, Sunny."

"Now?" I asked, rewarded with Khell'ar's huff.

"That round ass of yours too," Khell'ar said, his whisper more like a growl with the depth of his voice. He slipped one hand down from my hair to my chest, tweaking my nipples. "These breasts. Every inch of you."

I let my hips rise up in the water, my feet propped at the far end, to encourage this line of thought, and Khell'ar's hand traveled south, covering my rounded stomach with an impressive span of his hand that made me look quite a bit smaller, before reaching my pelvis and pushing me back down in the water with another rumble.

"You are tempting, but I am in control," he reminded me, returning to the task of washing me. "Now lean forward."

I obeyed, tucking my grin between my knees, and groaned as Khell'ar ran those wonderful claws teasingly down my spine.

CHAPTER 7

Khell'ar

"I just don't see the point, I have hands and—" Sunny's eyes narrowed as I stuffed another bite of chicken between her lips, leaving my index finger in her mouth until she relented and relaxed again in my arms.

"I will tie them if it makes more sense to you, but your arms need rest," I answered her.