Marked

Hazel

Garreth lifted me into his strong arms, I stared slack-jawed at the rippling of his muscles as I laid my head against his sculpted chest. His warmth invaded me, soothing away the worst of the pain. He was more delectable than I could have imagined even with the help of my books. He'd filled out well in the years we spent apart.

I'd read that women felt nervous and ashamed of their nakedness the first time a man saw them undressed. I didn't know how I might feel in someone else's arms, but with him, I felt nothing but secure, like I was exactly where I belonged. From the way his eyes ran over me, desired more than anything else.

He kept one hand on my back and the other beneath my knees as he gently placed me in the tub. I was used to bathing in rivers, and the steamy hot water was a surprise. I gasped as it touched my skin. “Are you alright? Is it too hot?” He asked, preparing to pull me back out. The ala