Wow. I wish I could jerk him off that fast. If I were a vamp, too, I probably could.
Kneeling on the shower floor, she sat back on her calves and spread her legs wider and kept working her clit with her middle and ring fingers, separating her folds with her index and pinky fingers. She leaned forward and got her mouth over the tip of his cock while he continued to stroke. The sounds he made were so freaking sexy.
Her free hand went around him and she grabbed his ass and his cock went deeper. Fuck, he had the best ass ever. Tight, round, hard, smooth. She gazed up and their eyes locked and she circled her fingers harder and harder around her clit in time with swirling and suction on him and she was so wet that she had trouble getting a grip on herself.
She kept at it until she finally hit it and fell apart, shuddering with his cock in her mouth. He came down her throat and she took what he gave. She took it all.
It took a minute for the aftershocks to stop and when they did, he hauled her up in his arms and kissed her right on the lips,
“You’re so fucking bad,” he growled and thrust his tongue into her mouth, “And I love it.”
She whimpered and threw her arms around his neck and they stood for a few minutes, just under the water, just recovering.
“Love you,” she said against his throat.
“Mmm, love you more,” he said and slapped her ass, making her gasp.
“No way,” she whispered, “I love you way more.”
“No,” he looked in her eyes, “I had no capacity for love for years and the amount of love I feel for you? It exceeds anything I’ve ever felt.”
“Ditto,” she said.
He gave her a dazzling dimpled smile and then reached for shampoo and squirted a glug into his hair. He passed her the bottle. She followed suit.
When he was done and out of the shower she asked him to bring in her toiletries bag so she could shave. She was extra cautious with the razor, despite the fact that she knew he wasn’t about to blow a gasket over the scent of her blood. She didn’t know if anyone else would swoop in at the scent of it so she was slow and concise with the razor.
When she was back in the bedroom he was on the bed, on his back, towel around his waist and his eyes were trained on the ceiling. He was in deep thought.
She crawled in and put her cheek to his shoulder, “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Prep me for this dinner?”
He shuffled uneasily, “Get dressed. In the bathroom. Nothin’ but towels between us is too tempting.”
“But we just…”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re getting closer to that peak. I can feel it. It’s making me crazy. It better not have this kind of effect on anyone else. You need to be good, okay? Don’t push.”
She got up and picked up the garment bag and nodded at him.
“I’m serious, princess.”
“I’m trying,” she said contritely.
“Try harder.”
Mm, harder.
He gave his head a shake and waggled his finger at her.
She couldn’t help it. It was as if she’d been fed an aphrodisiac. She chewed her bottom lip and nodded as she headed toward the bathroom.
“Take your phone,” he said softly.
She walked a few steps backwards and lifted it from the nightstand, carrying it into the bathroom with the garment bag and her purse.
As soon as she got into her undies there was a text from him,
“I’m pretty sure tonight is one of Adrian’s experiments. Test us to see how I handle you being at almost peak cycle with others around. Do your best to be as on-guard as possible.”
“Gotcha,” was Kyla’s reply.
Yeah, based on the long list of possible outcomes for Kyla listed by him, Grandfather Dearest seemed the type to run continuous experiments.-8-The dress fit her like it was designed for her. She loved it; it was gorgeous. She felt beautiful. She wished she had this dress for some other event in some other place, though. If only they lived in a world where she could wear beautiful little black glittery dresses or long coral dresses without it being when her life was at stake!
She’d put her hair up in a twist with a claw clip at the back but Tristan walked into the bathroom as she was just about finished with her mascara and he immediately yanked it out.
“Hey! It took me like fifteen tries to get that just right!”
“Yeah, well your bare throat isn’t something I want on display,” he grumbled, tossing the clip aside, “Bad enough your body’ll be on display.”
“Oh,” she said softly and picked it up, deciding to use it to pull back the sides of her hair, since she didn’t have nearly enough product or styling tools with her to do anything fancier. The dress was too fancy for her hair to just hang limply after air drying, “If that’s your way of saying I look hot in this dress, thank you.”