Chapter 53: Deep Cleansing
I still held her in my arms, feeling my shirt grow damp as she trembled inconsolably. I didn’t need to activate my ability to understand her feelings; feeling her this distraught and hearing every one of her words cut through my soul, making my heart ache.
"Do you hate me now? I... I’m dirty," she murmured with a broken voice, trying to pull away from my grip once more.
I held her more firmly, but gently. "You’re not dirty, Lira. You could never be. You’re the purest, cleanest thing I’ve ever known."
She insisted, her body tense. "Yes, I am. Those animals... they contaminated me."
"Don’t say that. You’re the cleanest, most beautiful thing that exists. You will never be dirty, believe me. You’re the happiest, prettiest, kindest person I’ve ever met."
No matter how many times I repeated it and tried to keep her from feeling that way, it was as if my words weren’t reaching her, making me feel more and more rage toward those damned animals.
"If you think you’re dirty, I’ll clean you," I said tenderly. The resurrection ability had reversed her physical damage; it was as if those horrible moments had never happened to her body, but the wound in her mind was still open. Although I had promised myself not to think only with my cock, at this moment, it was the most appropriate thing, I thought.
I held her face, looking into her eyes. "Did they touch you here?" I asked, kissing her forehead. "Did they hurt you here?" I murmured, kissing her cheek. "Did they force you here?" I asked again, brushing my lips against hers. "I’m going to mark every part of your body with my own essence, Lira. Every inch will be mine, and that’s how you’ll know you’re never dirty again."
I began to kiss her slowly, a gentle kiss that gradually became more intense. My hands roamed over her body, pausing on every place I imagined was desecrated, kissing and caressing very slowly, as if I was afraid of breaking the little bit of her sanity that remained. At first, it was like kissing an ice statue; her whole body was rigid, but little by little, I melted that ice.
Lira’s breathing became erratic, her temperature began to rise, until she started kissing me back. Her lips were delicious and tender, and her clumsiness was palpable as she occasionally bit my lips. Her hands reached for my neck, one stopping there, holding me, while the other continued to my cheek. The taste of salt reached my mouth; her tears were still falling. I activated my ability once more; I didn’t want to make a mistake.