Chapter 33. Beautiful Things

Lucas's POV

She was glowing with satisfaction and I could see it even if her back was to me. I had given her my pelt after she had taken a proper bath, shooing me out of the shed. The cotton dress she had been wearing was wet and in shreds courtesy of me.

I might have gone overboard but she had stopped me before I could get to the triangle at her thighs. How she had managed to succeed in convincing me to let her up was beyond me. In the state I had been in, the shed would have burnt down to ashes without me noticing. 

Once I was dressed, I tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around in a small circle. 

“You are dressed and I'm still in this,” she pointed to my pelt which was tied snugly above her breasts, the ends of it getting to the middle of her hips. The flesh there was marked with my red streaks from where I had squeezed her too hard. 

“I left bruises on you. I apologize.”

She looked down at herself, adjusti