Captive Bride - Alta Hensley Page 0,58

just did.”

I know she wants to keep busy. My mother always tried to keep busy too after Dad’s death. I recognize this tactic. But I do get up, undress and get into the shower to rinse off all the blood, the dirt, and the memories of the mill. Ember has to stand right next to the shower with only the curtain separating us due to the chain. It’s how we’ve showered up until this point, which seems silly, but I respect her discomfort with nudity and being near me in that way.

“What about you?” I call out as I begin to lather up with soap. “A shower might make you feel a lot better too.”

I’m surprised when the shower curtain is pushed to the side and a naked Ember joins me under the stream of water.

“Hold me,” she says. “I just want to forget that yesterday even happened.” She looks up into my eyes and brings her lips to mine. “Help me forget.”

I’m taken aback by her boldness, but I do exactly as she asks. I move her body so that she is in the stream of water completely. If there is a way to wash away our misery, I would. She presses her forehead to my chest and releases a shaky breath.

“I want to leave here,” she says. “I want to leave and never look back again.”

Words I had been waiting to hear.

Finally… finally…

“Then we will,” I say as I tighten my hold on her as warm water covers our bodies in a cascade of hope.

“You won’t leave me?”

“Never,” I say as I tilt her face up to me and press my lips to hers.

My body becomes alive, and I realize I need her as much as she does me to forget. For a moment in time, I need to just feel comfort and hope.

I run circles along her heated flesh, dipping my hand lower between her legs. My fingers run along her silky folds, spreading signs of her arousal all over her pussy, mixing with the stream of water from the showerhead. She attempts to clamp her legs together to conceal her arousal.

I nudge her thighs wider with my hand. I dip my finger back to her soaking pussy, move my finger to her clit, and caress it ever so gently.

Ember tenses and looks at me with wide eyes. The hunger in her eyes nearly changes her appearance. From innocent and afraid, to sexual vixen in seconds.

“Do you like that?” I ask.

She nods and then places her head on my chest again as she moans out in pleasure as I continue to massage her clit.

Heat radiates off her body, and my cock throbs in need.

Leaning down and kissing her lips, I murmur against them, “I need to be inside you.”

I flip her around and press her palms against the wall of the shower. I spread her legs and pull her hips out so her ass is on full display for my viewing. I consider that I may be being a tad too aggressive or harsh for her still sexual inexperience, but I can’t help myself. My own needs take over, and like she said to me… I need to forget as well. Right now, I want to think of nothing more than being with this woman. I want to pretend that we aren’t in a cellar. That we aren’t chained together. I want to block out the Hell that I am in and focus on the only shining beacon I’ve had this entire time.

Taking hold of my cock, I guide it to her pussy and press in with one thrust. I pause when I’m buried balls deep inside of her so we can both adjust to the sensation. She gasps and her breathing increases in speed, and I love watching her delicate fingers splayed against the tile.

Not being able to control my urge to fuck her hard, I begin doing exactly that. Over and over, I pound into her. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into me, and I use the other hand to support my weight against the wall.

“Yes,” she pants as tiny moans blend with the sound of the shower cascading around us.

Her pussy is tight around me, and I know I’m spreading her wide with every forceful drive of my cock.

“Release,” I command as I push even deeper, hearing her mewls intensify.

Being the perfect obedient wife, I feel her body tense beneath me, and the walls of her sex tighten around my