Page 71 of Ravage God

She shook her head. “I don’t want you to be sorry about that. I’m not.”

“Even though I was a complete ass about it afterward?” I asked.

And I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like her mouth twitched in a ghost of a smile.

“Yes,” she answered softly.

I leaned down and pressed my lips sweetly against hers, loving the way they molded perfectly against mine. It was as if God had made her just for me.

Fuck.

I deepened the kiss, and she let out those sweet little moans that just about destroyed me.

There wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for these fucking sounds she made whenever I touched her.

Even go to war.

I reluctantly pulled away first, taking in her face. She kept her eyes closed, as if she was savoring the kiss as well and didn’t want it to end. I couldn’t resist and pressed another kiss.

Mine.

She was mine.

There was no other fucking way about it.

Valentino might have some strong opinions about it, but it didn’t fucking matter. Not anymore.

I wasn’t letting her go.

I pulled away, and she bent her head back to look at me.

I could get lost in those eyes of hers.

How fucking beautiful. I always knew she was a beautiful girl, but how the hell had I missed just how alluring she was?

Had I been completely blind?

I reached over for the shampoo bottle and squirted a good amount into my hands, then massaged it through her hair. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan in pleasure. I hadn’t realized how satisfying the act of caring for her like this could be.

We cleaned each other.

There was nothing sexual about it, but it was a hell of a lot more intimate than anything I’d experienced with other women. While I didn’t mind it too much, I also didn’t know what to make of the small tinge I felt in my chest from the action.

When we were done, I shut off the water and grabbed one of the towels from the towel rack, drying her first and wrapping it around her small body. It seemed to swallow her whole. She looked fucking adorable.

I grabbed a towel for myself and quickly dried off before leading us out of the bathroom. I didn’t linger in this room, bringing us back to my room instead. If I had it my way, she wouldn’t be sleeping anywhere but my bed from now on, even if I knew that wouldn’t be possible. At least, not for a while.

I glanced over at her.

Isa had been quiet since the shower, her gaze down at her feet. I couldn’t see her face, and I didn’t know how she was feeling or what she was thinking. I moved over to the walk-in closet and pulled out some clothes for us.

When I came back out, she was still standing where I had left her.

She looked so small then, I was afraid that the slightest pressure from me and she’d break.

What am I going to do with you?

I walked over to her and set the clothes down on the bed.