Page 113 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

Two strokes later my knees damn near buckled. My balls pulled up as I shot my load in her bath water. The sick and twisted part was how I felt knowing that she was now soaking in my come. Some dark thing inside me growled mine. I was filled with the urge to claim her in every way I could.

I wanted to fuck her in front of this whole town, then rub my seed into her skin. I wanted to smell like me and taste like me and scream my name while she bounced on my cock. Hell, I even wanted to piss on her and mark my territory like a motherfucking animal.

Tucking my dick back in my soaked jeans, I pushed back those dark urges and bent down to swirl my hand in the bath, mixing my seed with the water.

“Can I get out now?”

“No.” She hadn’t been in there long enough to soak up my scent.

“Gio, this is ridicules.”

I was well aware of how ridicules the situation was, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Use this.” I passed her a bottle of bodywash.

“Why?”

“Because it’s mine.” And so was she.

Nova rolled her eyes and huffed, “Fine.”

I watched while she gave herself a quick scrub down. It wasn’t quite what I wanted, but it was enough to calm the need boiling through my veins.

Letting out a breath, I stood up and peeled my wet shirt off.

“What are you doing?”

My brow arched at Nova as I twisted the fabric and squeezed the water out. One would think that I was the one who was thrown in the tub.

My jeans were soaked and sticking to my legs like a second skin, while my damp hair flopped down over my forehead. I was dryer in the shower.

Nova snorted out a giggle. “You look like a wet dog.”

I was awe struck by the way the gold and silver flecks in her eyes lit up. She looked absolutely beautiful when she smiled.

“You can get out now.” She’d been in there long enough. Besides there was something else I wanted to do.

I walked over to grab a couple of towels off the shelf in the corner. One I laid out on the marble counter between the sinks, then I looked over at Nova as she carefully stepped out of the tub.

Her slender leg reached out, daintily stepping her tiny foot on the black tile below. Her movements were smooth, beautiful, and enticing. Until she slipped and fell on her ass.

I shook my head. “Can you do anything right?”

“Hey.” Her glare snapped my way. “The floor is slippery.”

Gee, I wonder why.

“Do you think you can walk over here without breaking your leg?”

Her eyes narrowed on the counter as I gave the towel a pat.

My eyes rolled. “I need to clean your cuts.”

“Oh. Okay.”

She still seemed skeptical, but she made her way over. And not very gracefully. She slid across the floor, slipped twice, unwillingly did the splits, and fell on her ass. The part that blew my mind was that she only had to walk five feet.

The instant she was within reach, I lifted her off the ground and sat her down before she fell and cracked her skull on the counter.

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