The Lost Princess Of The Lycans Chapter 15: Warm

Sarah POV

I woke up with an arm and leg draped across me. I was warm for the first time in years. Where his body was touching me, I felt the sparks again. I enjoyed the feeling. Unfortunately, it had to come to an end because I needed to go pee. I can't wait until I get these casts off my legs. So I can move more freely. I gently shook him to wake him.

"Morning beautiful" he says.

I tried to cross my legs to tell him I had to pee. He gets the idea.

"No problem" he says.

He jumps up and picks me up and carries me to the bathroom. I indicated to him that I could do it myself. He leaves the bathroom and waits for me to finish. Then he carried me back to bed.

"I'm going to go out today," he says.

I use my hand and act like I'm writing to indicate to him that I want my dry-erase board. He goes out of the room and returns with it. He must have left it on the couch last night after I fell asleep.

Where are you going? I write.

"I need to attend to some business. I will only be gone for a couple of hours." He responds.

OK is all I write. I want him to stay with me. I feel safe around him and when he's gone I feel scared.

"Also, Brittany will be coming. You and she are going shopping today," he stated.

Oh I write. I've never been shopping a day in my life. I'm excited and scared at the same time. I point to the clothes I have been wearing for a couple of days. I really wanted a shower and some clean clothes.

I need a shower, I write.

"First you need something to eat, then we will get you showered and some clean clothes," he states.

I'm not hungry, I write. Honestly, I'm not. I was still full from last night's dinner.

"Listen young lady, you will eat something OK." He half tells me, half asked.

Ok I write. Can I have some fruit? I write.

"You can have whatever you want," he states.

"Would you like to eat in here?" He asks.

"You looked a little uncomfortable sitting in your wheelchair last night" he stated.

Yes, I shook my head. The truth is, I was uncomfortable because the back of the wheelchair was pressing against my wounds. I have learned to deal with pain and not to complain, because if I did, I would regret it. He gets on the phone in my room and calls the kitchen. He ordered me some grapes and strawberries. Then he orders himself some bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast. That sounds good, but I know it would be too much for me. I'm grateful for what I can eat. He then calls Brittany.

"Hey sis, do you have anything that might suit Sarah?" He asks.

"Great, that sounds good. Give us 20 minutes" He states.

He hangs up the phone. I heard him say give us 20 minutes. What is meant by that? He turns around and sees the apprehension on my face.

"Oh sweetheart, it's nothing to worry about," he stated.

"I was wondering if you would mind if I helped you take a sponge bath." He asks.

It took me a long time to answer. I have never been asked if someone could help me bathe or let alone touch my body. I also don't know if I should agree because last time he saw my scars he got pretty upset. I'm lost in my own head when I hear him clear his throat.

"I know what has happened to you. I promise nothing will happen unless you give me permission," he states.

I wrote OK, I'll let you.

"Alright" He states.

He goes to the bathroom and turns on the water in the tub. I waited patiently on the bed. He then comes back. He then carefully helps me take my shirt off. He just stops and stares at my naked top half. I cover myself with my arms.

"No, please let me look at you. I want to see your beautiful body." He states.

How could he say I was beautiful with scars all over my body. I'm nothing but skin and bones. Tears started falling from my eyes. He slowly reaches for the tear that fell. He wipes it away and then wraps his arms around me in a hug. I can't help but cry, and I just let the tears flow freely. He whispers in my ear.

"It's OK beautiful, let it all out." He says.

And I do. Years and years of tears just came flowing out. All the while he is holding me and letting me cry. I'm still topless and so is he. Feeling his skin next to mine feels amazing, safe and warm. I started to stop crying. I finally stopped crying.

How about we go to the bathroom and wash up?" He asks.

I shake my head. Yes, he takes my shorts off and helps take my underwear off. I'm not wearing a bra, so I didn't have to worry about taking that off.

There is a chair in the tub. He carries me and puts me on the chair. He strips his clothes off as well. I'm in shock at how big his penis is. I couldn't help but stare. I hear him just chuckle, and he gets in the bathtub. He then puts my legs on his shoulders, so my casts don't get water in them or get wet. He then grabs a wash cloth and puts some bodywash on it and slowly starts bathing me. He starts with my toes. He washes what parts of my feet that aren't in a cast. He then turns the chair side way, so my legs can hang out of the tub. He then starts washing my thighs slowly. He then slowly goes up to my vagina. I froze because I didn't know if he was going to just wash me there or try anything. Part of me wants it to happen and part of me doesn't want it to happen. He could feel me freeze and he stopped. Then he proceeded to my arms and stomach. He takes care not to touch my breasts. Instead, he lets me do that. Then he gets the washcloth wet and wrings it out and lets the water run down my back. It feels like heaven. The water is warm, not hot, not cold, it's perfect. He does that a couple more times. Then he had me lean my head back and wash my hair for me. After, he washes my hair and wraps a towel around me.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks.

I shook my head, yes.

He then kisses me deep and hard.