He waits, and she can almost hear him counting in his head. She was counting too, and when she got to four, she got up, tears still streaming down her face.
"Good my pet," he said softly, touching her face again, and brushing her hair back over her shoulders.
She trembled at his touch. She couldn't look at him, so she kept her eyes down.
He objects to that because he tilts her chin up until she had no choice but to met his gaze with her own.
His eyes were dark blue in this light. He was so close to her that she could feel the heat coming off his body. It felt good because she was cold. Naked and cold.
Suddenly, he reached for her, bending down. Before she can get really scared, he slides one arm around her back and another under her knees.
Then he lifted her effortlessly in his arms and carried her to the bed.
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