She had positioned herself right in front of him, bare and dripping, close enough that the heat coming off his body was making the water between them feel like a warm bath. His cock was right there, thick and hard and straining beneath the surface like it was trying to announce itself to the entire lake.
And Xavi wasn’t doing a damn thing about it.
He just stood there staring at her.
’Touch me, you handsome idiot.’
Nothing.
’Are you serious right now?’
Tera had taken her clothes off. She had walked into freezing water. She was standing in front of him with everything on display, and had just spent several minutes rubbing herself against his back like a cat in heat. Yet this beast man was giving her the same energy as a museum visitor admiring a painting from behind a velvet rope.
A petty, competitive heat flared up in her chest. Fine. If he wasn’t going to make a move, she was going to make him lose his mind until he had no choice.
Tera lifted the damp cloth and pressed it against his chest.
Tera wiped the cloth across Xavi’s chest in slow, firm strokes, feeling the hard muscle shift under the damp hide. His skin was hot now, almost feverish against the cool water. Every pass of the cloth made his cock twitch beneath the surface, the thick length rising higher until the flushed head broke the water for a moment before sinking again.
A spike of satisfaction filled Tera at his reaction. She didn’t understand why he was holding himself back.
’Good. Suffer.’
She finished the last stroke across his collarbone, then let the cloth trail downward. Instead of continuing on him, she brought it to her own chest.
"I haven’t washed myself yet either," she murmured, voice soft and almost coy.
The same cloth she had just been using on his chest was now on her own.
Tera pressed the damp hide to the upper curve of her left breast and dragged it slowly across the soft swell. The rough texture scraped lightly over her already sensitive nipple, causing her to gasp.
She hadn’t expected the texture to feel good. She did it again, slower, watching the cloth move over her own flushed skin.
She glanced down at herself as she wiped, watching the cloth press and release against the curves of her own body. The visual mixed with the sensation, and a warm, liquid pulse settled between her thighs.
She switched to the other breast, letting out a soft, shaky exhale as the cloth grazed that nipple too.
This had started as a tease, but Tera was beginning to tease herself.
She was so focused on the sensation that she almost forgot Xavi was there.
From Xavi’s side, the sight was almost too much.
She was washing herself in front of him, and the sight was dismantling every thought in his head.
The supple weight of her breasts moved with every pass of her hand.
He watched the way her skin flushed a deeper shade as the cloth dragged over her nipples. The stiffened peaks caught the rough texture each time, and each time her body gave a small shudder that made his cock jerk hard beneath the water.
The twitch was violent enough that he felt the pulse of it travel from the base of his shaft up into his stomach.
He was in trouble.
But she looked small and frailer than when he had first seen her in the den. Her ribs were nearly more visible now. They hadn’t found proper food yet, and although she had managed to survive on the sparse fruits they had found on the journey, it wasn’t enough.
He wasn’t sure she would have the stamina for what he wanted to do to her.
But he still wanted her.

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