Lazarus had never bathed anyone in his life, not even himself. He didn't know how to bathe people. So he did what he could do best with her. He started with her breasts. He ran soap over there in circles, enjoying the feel of her plump breasts. He created a lot of lather over there and ran his hands while squeezing them and raking his fingers over her puckered nipples.
Emma was getting aroused by the minute. She bit her bottom lip so hard that marks of her teeth appeared over there. She could feel his cock burning like a brand against her skin.
When he was satisfied that he had given her breasts a bath, he went lower to her navel and then his fingers slid to her clit. The moment he touched it, his chest vibrated with a rumble. He rubbed her over there, his face buried in her neck as he watched what he was doing. Emma seemed to enjoy it because she was thrusting her hips in his hands. He grabbed her waist hard to stop her from thrusting her hips and that made her desperately needy. She tipped her head up and curled her arms around his neck.
"Lord Lorza…" she said in a husky voice.
"Hmm…" His eyes were at his fingers.
"There are other places to give me a bath as well," she teased and suddenly bit the tip of his ear.
"You are right," he said and stopped his movement.
ƥαṇdαηθνε| She cried in protest. He chuckled and then washed her over there. "This is the place I need to worship." Saying that he turned her to face him. She gasped when he lifted her like a bowl of wine to his mouth. "Hold the tub, Emma," he said looking in her eyes. "I am going to worship you like no one else." Her chest heaved up and down and she grabbed the sides of the tub.
With a rumble, he pressed his lips on her clit and then sucked it hard. She cried and moaned as she pressed her belly to his head. He was relentless. He took his mouth further down and then sucked her core. In no time, her muscles clenched and she came hard all over his tongue. She screamed as waves after waves of pleasure crashed inside her. When she looked down at him, she saw that his lips were glistening with her juices and were a little swollen up.
"Let me worship you too, Lord Lorza," she said through labored breath.
"No." He lowered her to his shaft. "I want you to ride me, Emma." He slid her down his body.
She looked at his swollen cock and was about to glide it in when he stopped her. "Not here." She looked up at him in surprise but he just returned her look with his intense gaze, his brows pulled tightly in.
He gave her a bath. When they were done, he dried her nicely with a towel. And for the first time he realized that caring for her was what gave him maximum pleasure. She helped him dry and, in the process, kissed the tip of his cock making it twitch with need. He grabbed her hair and yanked her face back. "You are playing with fire!"
"Then I want to burn in that fire."
"Fuck!" Lusty little piece.
A knock on the door sounded, disturbing them. "It is food." He wrapped her nicely in the towel and draped one around his hips. "Stay on the bed. I will get it."
A servant tried to come in with the tray of food, but Lazarus growled, stopping them at the door. He took the tray in and bolted the door from inside. "I have ordered everything they had," he said as he placed the tray over the bed. He pulled her to his lap. "Eat as much as you can, Emma. After this, I am going to keep you busy for a long time."
Her cheeks pinkened till her ears. She lifted the lids of every item out there and was pleasantly surprised to find fresh, smoked bacon, salted pheasant, roasted chicken, ginger ale, meat dumplings, fresh bread, fruits and pastries. And a jar of blood. "This is a lot!" she said as she stared at it with wide eyes.
"All for you," he replied with a smug smile as he cut a large piece of bacon and put it in front of her mouth. She opened her mouth and ate it.
"Mhmm…." She groaned. "This is so good!"
He loved watching her eat as she told him about Nephie. "It is so wonderful to fly on her, Lord Lorza. You must try it!"
"I will," he said, giving her fruits. In between he also ate but his gaze was entirely focused on her. He would drink blood from it time and again and search for her expression of feeling disgusted, but she didn't.
"You won't feel her spiky scales. She told me exactly where to sit. And she even told me that, if possible, I should make a saddle made for her."
"Interesting." He picked up the pastry and made her eat it.
Emma suddenly started feeling more alert than usual. Her body temperature rose and she was flushed. Her breath became ragged. She turned her gaze to Lazarus and he too seemed like he was on a high dose of testosterone. She caught his hand and pressed it to her breast. "I don't know what is happening to me, Lorza," she said.
He clenched his jaws. "Neither do I!" He cupped her breast and squeezed it tight. With some difficulty, he managed to put the tray on the floor and the next moment he flipped her on her back and pressed her hard with his weight. She squirmed beneath him. "Take me," she said, her body growing desperate with need.
"Fuck Emma. I am dying to take you!" He pinned her hands to the bars of the bed behind. His gaze raked her nape. He seized her lips. She parted her lips and let him enter her mouth. He groaned the moment his tongue slid inside.
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