Help me, won`t you?

Chapter 10: Steam and Promises

I am going to win her heart, no matter what. Women like Lena are rare. Most of the women I’ve met in my life were shallow—mercenary, two-faced, looking for an advantage or a paycheck. I could usually tell within the first five minutes of a date if there was any soul behind the pretty face. Usually, there wasn't. There was never a second date. I wanted something real, something sincere.

And then there was the chair. Ever since I ended up in this cursed piece of metal, women stopped looking at me as a man. To them, I was just a broken object. I could see the pity in their eyes, or worse, the disgust. I can handle a lot of things, but I cannot stand pity.

But Lena... she was different. I had made up my mind: I would get back on my feet, and then I would claim her. Like a predator bringing his mate back to his den, I wouldn't let her go.

Two hours after she returned, the hospital routine kicked back into high gear. Lena kept her word; she took over my treatment with a fierce determination. Blood tests, new procedures, MRIs, and grueling massages. By the end of the day, my body screamed in pain. Every muscle felt like it had been shredded in a gym. I didn't know how to dull the ache until the door opened and Lena walked in, looking just as exhausted as I felt.

"Hi again." She gave me a weary smile and lay down on the bed beside me. "How are you holding up?"

"My body is a wreck," I admitted, pulling her close. I had been dreaming of this contact all day. "My muscles feel like stone. They worked me so hard today I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be relaxed."

"I have a proposal," she whispered. "Let’s run a hot bath for you. It’ll help the muscles."

"I'll only agree if you get in with me," I said, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

"I can see that look in your eyes, Igor. Fine. I feel just as battered as you do."

She stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of rushing water, and a few minutes later, she emerged in just her lingerie. My breath caught. How could anyone be so delicate and yet so powerful? I pushed myself up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I pulled off my shirt and then my pants. There was no point in hiding my arousal anymore; we had already seen everything there was to see.

Lena didn't try to help me at first. I appreciated that. She was giving me the chance to prove I wasn't helpless. I gripped the handles of my chair, hauled myself in, and rolled into the bathroom. This VIP suite was designed for people like me—plenty of space, and a tub deep and wide enough for two.

"Let me help you into the water, then I’ll join you," she said.

I shed my boxers and gripped the handles. Lena stepped in, wrapping her arms around my waist as I leaned on her shoulders. I felt a momentary flash of shame—a man my size being helped by a woman so fragile.

"I should have called the orderlies, Lena. You need to save your strength for the children you're going to give me one day, not haul me around," I grunted as I maneuvered my legs over the side.

"We managed just fine," she smiled, her eyes bright. "Look, you're in. I’ll call the boys to help you out later."

I watched, mesmerized, as she stepped out of her remaining clothes. It wasn't a performance; her movements were natural and graceful.

"Come here," I said, reaching out a hand. I pulled her down in front of me, my legs parting to make room for her.

Lena leaned back against my chest with a soft sigh, closing her eyes as the hot water hit her skin. I took a sponge and some gel, lathered it up, and began to slide it over her body. The sensation was incredible. I had never felt this light, this free. I washed her arms, her neck, and then moved my hands lower to cup her breasts. They fit perfectly in my palms. When her n*****s hardened under my touch, she let out a low, shuddering moan.

"Yes, darling. I love it as much as you do," I whispered.

I massaged her skin, my hardness pressing against her back. Lena seemed to read my mind; she shifted her hips, settling myself between her thighs. I reached down, my fingers finding the slick heat between her legs. I touched her, spreading her natural moisture, circling her center until she let out a louder, more primal sound.

She couldn't take it anymore. She turned in the water, straddling my lap. Her hands framed my face as she kissed me with a desperate hunger. Her nails traced light paths over my chest, catching on my n*****s, making me groan out loud. One of her hands slid down, gripping my member, her thumb tracing the tip until I was trembling.

"Sweetheart... I want you," I gasped.

Lena lifted herself slightly, guiding me home. I slid inside her, and for a moment, we just stayed there, connected, breathing each other’s air. We looked eye to eye, a world of tenderness passing between us. Then she began to move—slow, agonizingly perfect thrusts that pushed me to the edge. I wanted to take her wildly, to pin her down and hear her scream, but I knew I had to be patient. For now. One day, when I was standing, I wouldn't hold back.

"I want it faster," she whispered in my ear. "Can you handle it?"

I didn't answer with words. I gripped her hips, pulling her down harder, matching her rhythm as the water splashed over the sides of the tub. The floor was a lake, the room was thick with steam, but we were in our own world. Her nails dug into my shoulders—I was sure she was drawing blood, but I didn't care. I bit her neck, leaving marks that would tell the world she belonged to me.

"Yes!" she cried out as the climax hit her.

She tightened around me, and I gave her everything I had, thrusting upward until my own release shattered me. I let out a roar of satisfaction, pouring myself into her as she continued to move until the last of the tremors faded.

We sat in the cooling water, foreheads pressed together, regaining our breath.

"You’re beautiful," I whispered, kissing her tenderly. "Stay with me tonight?"

"I don't have any clothes," she laughed softly. "I'm still in the outfit I flew in from Munich. Let me go home, grab a bag, and I'll come right back."

"I'll be waiting. Just come back."

"I will. Let's get you out of here first."

As she stepped out of the tub, I saw the faint marks of my fingers on her hips and the bruises on her neck. She looked perfect. She started talking to someone outside the door—I realized Fedya must have arrived.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as my brother walked into the bathroom.

"Checking on you, brother. Seems like you're having a very good recovery," Fedya smirked.

"Just help me up and keep your mouth shut. We weren't playing with rubber ducks."

Fedya laughed and hauled me out, while Lena, now dressed, dried me off with a towel. She kissed me quickly and ran out to catch a cab, leaving me with my brother.

"How are you really feeling?" Fedya asked as he helped me dress. "Lena said they ran you ragged today."

"They took half my blood and shredded my muscles," I grinned. "But I’ve never felt better."

"I can tell. You're glowing, man. Is it serious?"

"I'm going to marry her, Fedya. I’m not letting this go. I’m finally ready to fight for my life again."

"Good. That's the brother I know. I’ll leave you to wait for your lady then. Call me if you need anything."

The door closed, and I was alone with my thoughts. I looked at the door, already counting the seconds until she returned.