Chapter 105: This is What a Boyfriend Does

Daemus reached into another white plastic bag resting on the tiles. He pulled out three different bottles, a soft mesh loofah, a toothbrush, and a tube of toothpaste.

Daemus uncapped the tube and squeezed a minty strip onto the bristles. He brought the brush close to her lips.

"Say ahhh," Daemus instructed.

Blair’s cheeks immediately flushed a brilliant shade of pink. She shook her head, grabbing the handle. "I can do it myself," she protested shyly.

Daemus smoothly pulled the toothbrush just out of her reach. "No. You took care of me last night," he reminded her, his tone leaving zero room for argument. "Now it’s my turn."

Blair let out a quiet sigh. Defeated, she hesitantly parted her lips.

Heat rushed to her face as Daemus began to gently brush her teeth. It was very embarrassing to have someone else do something so mundane for her, but as she looked up at him, her heart gave a flutter. His brow was slightly furrowed, his focus zeroed in on getting every single tooth perfectly clean. So cute, Blair thought, melting at the sight of his intense concentration.

"Alright," Daemus announced a minute later, pulling the brush away and setting it on the edge of the tub.

He shifted his position, bringing both of his hands under her chin and cupping them together. "Now spit."

Blair’s eyes bugged out of her skull. She vigorously shook her head, her lips clamped tightly shut around the minty foam.

"Come on," Daemus urged, nudging his cupped hands a fraction closer to her chin. "It’s not that big a deal. Just do it."

Blair stared at him in disbelief. Did he really think that was going to convince her? There was absolutely no way she was going to spit into his bare hands!

"I worked very hard on this bath," Daemus pouted, using his best puppy-dog eyes. "Toothpaste would ruin the water. And I heard swallowing toothpaste is bad for you."

Blair still refused. She pointed frantically at a towel sitting on the nearby counter, trying to suggest she could just spit into it instead.

Daemus ignored her pointing finger. He let out a long, dramatic sigh. "I just want to take care of my girl. What kind of girlfriend doesn’t spit in her boyfriend’s hands?"

Blair was suddenly more certain than ever that the Wolf Prince was clinically insane. What was he even saying?! But she had gotten to know Daemus fairly well over the past few weeks. When he set his mind on something he wanted, she simply had no choice in the matter.

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Blair convinced herself that she was leaning over a sink, and spat the minty foam into his palms.

"See?" Daemus smiled brightly, unfazed by the mess. "Was that so hard?"

Blair had to endure the humiliating process two more times before he finally declared her teeth clean and gently wiped her mouth with a dry hand towel.

With that out of the way, Daemus picked up the loofah, dipped it into the bathwater, and sprayed a generous pump of sweet-smelling bodywash onto it.

Blair’s face burned red all over again. He was going to wash her body, too?! She bit down on her bottom lip, silencing the argument before it could even leave her throat.

Daemus started with her arms, gliding the soapy loofah over her skin with careful, deliberate strokes. His expression turned incredibly serious, his silver eyes focused on his task. He moved to her neck, adjusting his pressure to be feather-light as he washed over the dark, bruised claiming mark he had bitten into her skin.

He worked his way down to her chest.

Daemus stopped. Scattered across the tender skin of her breasts were dark bruises left behind by his rough hands and teeth. Blair watched the muscles in his jaw clench tight.

"I’m sorry," Daemus murmured, his voice laced with guilt. "It must’ve really hurt."

Blair placed her wet palm against his cheek and gently forced him to meet her gaze. "You said no, but I pushed you," she reminded him softly. "What you did was what I asked for."

Still, the guilt lingered in his silver eyes. Daemus turned his head, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"I’m still sorry," he whispered. "Your first time shouldn’t have been like that."

"Then show me what it should’ve been like."

The words tumbled past Blair’s lips before her brain could even try to stop them. She instantly averted her gaze, her cheeks heating up like a furnace. "I mean..." she started, desperately trying to backtrack.

"I’ll do it," Daemus cut her off instantly, a spark returning to his eyes. "No take backsies."

Blair couldn’t help the shy smile that tugged at her lips at his childishness, but an anxious knot immediately formed in her stomach. They were going to have sex again. And she was basically the one who had just suggested it! Who was she right now?! Oh my God!

"I’ll use condoms next time," Daemus promised, returning his attention to washing her skin.

"O-Okay," Blair stuttered out quietly.

She hadn’t even realized she was keeping her legs clamped tightly together until Daemus gently tapped her knee, asking her to open them. Blair slowly parted her legs beneath the water. There were more marks and bruises painted across the pale skin of her thighs.

Daemus dropped the loofah. He pumped the bodywash into his palms, lathering his hands together. He reached into the water, his slick fingers gently squeezing and massaging the sore muscles of her thighs.

Blair’s breathing quickened. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs the higher his hands traveled. His fingers traced the very edges of her center, massaging the sensitive skin just outside it.

"Blair," Daemus spoke, his voice dropping into a low, husky timber. "I’m going to touch you there now."

Blair’s hands gripped the edges of the bathtub. A breathy gasp slipped past her lips the second his slick fingers brushed against her most sensitive spot. Her knuckles turned white as he began moving his hand in a slow, perfect rhythm, rubbing right over her clit and her entrance.

"Does it still hurt?" Daemus asked, his eyes searching her flushed face.

"No," Blair whimpered breathlessly.

Even through the thick, fragrant scent of the flowers, Daemus could smell the sweet shift in the air. He could feel it, too—the soapy bodywash was no longer the only thing making his hand glide so smoothly.

Still, he asked her, "Do you want me to stop?"

Blair shook her head, arching her back slightly. "No," she moaned.

She started moving her hips instinctively against his hand, the water swishing and sloshing against the sides of the tub.

"Do you want me to go faster?" Daemus asked.

"Yes," Blair pleaded softly.

"As you wish," Daemus smiled.

He maintained his gentle pressure but quickly picked up the pace, his palm rubbing faster and faster. Blair couldn’t hold the sounds back anymore. Breathy, echoing moans filled the candlelit bathroom.

"Daemus," she cried his name, her hips moving on their own accord as she chased the building tension.

A moment later, she shattered, crying out as a climax rolled through her body right against his hand. Daemus kept his palm pressed firmly against her until the last shuddering wave faded away and she came down from the euphoric high.

Blair lay back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Giving her a moment to recover, Daemus grabbed the loofah again and moved all the way down to the opposite end of the tub. She had run barefoot through the dirt and grass of the woods, and it showed.

He grabbed her ankle and pressed the soapy mesh to the sole of her foot.

Blair let out a sudden shriek of laughter, violently jerking her leg back.

"Hold still," Daemus ordered, trying to grab her slippery ankle again. "I have to get the dirt off!"

"I can’t!" Blair giggled, squirming away from his reach. "It tickles too much! Daemus, stop!"

"It’s just soap, Bunny, let me wash it!"

Daemus lunged for her foot again, but Blair’s knee jerked on reflex. Her wet heel flew out, connecting squarely with the center of his face with a loud smack.

Blair gasped, her face turning crimson with horror. "Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I told you my feet are ticklish!"

Daemus sat back on his heels, blinking water out of his eyes. The splash from the kick had sent a wave of bathwater right over the edge of the tub, soaking his hair and his sweatpants. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, letting out an exasperated sigh.

Washing her feet was officially the hardest battle he had ever fought.

When he was done, he moved on to her hair.

He scooped warm water over her head and began massaging shampoo into her scalp. Pink, purple, silver, and blue strands blended together like a galaxy blooming right from her scalp. Daemus had never seen anything like it in his entire life.

Blair knew he was looking at it.

The silence stretching between them was deafening.

"Daemus," Blair started, her heart pounding. "I have to tell you something."