His Mafia Prince
Chapter 249: Forever. For Always

Chapter 249: Forever. For Always

(TYLER)

I take Sasha’s hand and lead him into the bathroom.

No more seated showers. He’s much stronger these days and both Darla and the doctor in Chester have told him to make sure he gets adequate time out of bed. He’s rested enough, this devil man of mine.

So I turn the showerhead to a warm, soft setting, like a summer rain, and kiss him while I wait for the water to heat up.

Inside the shower, I watch him adjusting to new the sensations from his knitting pink flesh as the water travels over his scars. I take up the washcloth and soap, and give him the slowest, most luxurious wash-down that I’ve ever given him.

There’s a part of me that will miss him letting me do this, letting me care for him so completely. But once an injured lion has recovered, you don’t keep him in a cage. You release him back into the wild to take his rightful place.

Once I’ve carefully cleaned his top half, I get on my knees in front of him and pay the same attention to his bottom half. I take particular care with his junk, soaping him up slowly and firmly until he’s heavy in my palm, my other hand sliding thick with soap foam between his ass cheeks. When I look up at him from this angle, his balance resting on one leg, his long, hard body rising up and taking up my whole view, I’m reminded of Michelangelo’s David—if a little hairier.

I move on to his thighs, smoothing my hands over the tapering muscles, over his knees, his perfect calves. I keep my eyes cast down and I bend myself double, my legs tucked up underneath me, as I wash his ankles and his feet. I lift each of his feet into my palm, curling my fingers around it while I wash it, rinse it, and then set it back down on the tiles carefully. And then I lean right down and press my lips against his feet, kissing them all over, clutching at his ankles as the water rains down around me.

Finally, I look up at him again, his eyes so far away that they’re unreadable. "Do you have any idea," I ask quietly, "how much I worship and adore you?"

He’s very good at keeping his reactions in check, so I know it’s involuntary when his mouth curls, just slightly, at both sides. "Are you coming to me as a supplicant, baby?"

"I am." I’ve caught his attention now, and not just physical, though I don’t miss the way his cock twitches as he looks me over, bowed and begging before him.

"Well, then? Let’s hear it."

I wrap my fingers around his ankle and consider my words carefully, staring at his feet again. "Soon you’ll be fully recovered."

"Yes?" he prompts.

"I want you to know...that I’ve enjoyed taking care of you. I’ve been thankful you let me take care of you. It’s not something I get to do very often." I slide my hand up behind his thigh and tilt my head back to take him in. "Thank you."

He reaches out to caress my cheek with the backs of his fingers. "You’re welcome, angel."

"But," I say, and watch his small smile die. "I want you to let me continue taking care of you."

"What is it that you’re asking?"

I can’t read him now, neither the tone of his voice nor the look in his eye. "I am asking you to let me be your partner, in every sense of the word. I swore everything to you at our wedding—for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. Haven’t I proved myself to you by now? I want to be with you in all things." I take a deep breath. "I want to be with you in the darkness as well as the light."

He doesn’t immediately pull away, so that’s a good sign.

"We agreed," he says softly, after a long pause, "after the incident —"

"It took me a long time to come to terms with that," I concede at once. "But Sasha? I would do it again."

He puts out a hand to help me up. Good thing, too. These tiles have been hard as hell against my shins. When I’m standing, he keeps his fingers intertwined with mine and touches my chin with the other. "I don’t want you in danger."

I give a painful chuckle. "Sasha...let’s be honest. I am always in danger. But that’s not because of you. From the moment I was conceived, my life has been under threat, not because of anything I’ve done, but because of who I am."

He says nothing, his face calm, and then he pushes my hair back from my forehead. I try a different tack. "I am not capable of standing by, watching you take on the whole world without me. "

Sasha’s eyes flash, but still he says nothing.

"Now," I continue doggedly, "I will admit that I’ve allowed you to wrap me up in cotton balls and keep me in a little box. I’ve allowed you to pretend that I’m some princess in a tower. But it’s been just that—pretence. It’s time for us to stop playing games, love of my life."

I run my thumb across his mouth, and feel almost relieved when his lips part to let it in. His tongue is warm and gentle as he sucks, looking at me intently as his eyes bore through mine like twin lasers. Then it dawns on me how much I love him, and how far I’d go for him, because I already know he would do the same for me without thinking it twice.

"When we first talked about what we could be to each other—when you had me cornered and trapped between you, Miles and that SUV, and I was wondering if it was my time to die—you agreed then that I could be an asset. It’s you and me, baby. Forever. For always."

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.