Page 45 of Blood Bought

“I was kidding. Trying to lighten the mood a little bit.” Nerves mounted as I made an unconscious decision to finally go for it — to give him at least one orgasm when he’d given me many. “Sloane’s gone, right? It’s just me?”

The moment he said yes, I released the washcloth and trailed my fingers down his skin until I could wrap my hand around his cock. It was hotter even than the water, and so thick I could barely get my small hand around it.

“Adalind,” he whispered, hips rutting up for more and making the water slosh around. “Is this really the first cock you’ve ever touched, baby?” He must have seen the answer before I could say it, because he groaned happily and kept moving to show me how he liked it. “It’s just you now, Sweets. Only you.”

“Good. Then let me thank you properly.” I twisted my hand, not having a clue what I was doing — but his facial expressions and low moans helped guide me as I moved faster and watched as the cuts all over his body healed. “You owe me this one, Alaris. You gave it to her last time.”

He seemed to like that. “Yeah?” His voice was low and wrecked. “I wanted to fuck you so bad, Adalind. Been dying for your pussy,” he admitted. “Gonna strangle my cock when you let me. Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t going to,” I admitted, squeezing a little tighter and wondering what that fat thing would feel like inside of me. The thought had me gasping as he started fucking my fist.

“Keep picturing it. Fu-ck, let me show you.”

Suddenly, all I could see was me laying on Alaris’ bed with him over me, thrusting into my body over and over as he growled and nodded for me to look down. I stared at where we were joined, where his cock was buried inside of me making us one. “Like that, but a million times bett—Adalind, I’m gonna come.”

The vision ended and then all I could see was him, and all I could feel was that cock pulsing in my hand as he released into his bath water.

I couldn’t think straight as I drew back and met his eyes. “I... wasn’t done cleaning you yet and you’ve ruined the water,” I said dumbly. “Should I get... more?”

He was still breathing heavily as he glanced down at the ruined water. “I’ll take care of it. Go drink some water for me and I’ll be right back, okay?” He was gone in a blink. Servants rushed in to do his bidding, and by the time they were done and I was bringing a glass of water to my lips, he was back, perfectly clean with a towel around his waist. “Thank you for that, but I want more of you.”

Alaris lifted me up and took his time carrying me to his bed. I realized with a jolt that I wouldn’t be dying a virgin, and judging by the look in his hungry eyes... I wouldn't be going to sleep one, either.

Chapter Twenty:

Time moved slowly ashe laid me down and undressed me. I felt every touch, every ghost of his fingertips over my heated skin, every brush of his lips on my thighs. “Hungry?” I asked, spreading my legs a little more.

His tongue swiped up a vein as he nodded, then his fangs came out and he slid them where he wanted to bite. “Always.”

The sharp pain of them piercing my skin made me twitch, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to the sight — the way his strong jaw stretched, his eyes darkened to nothing but pools of obsidian, the way his muscles flexed and body bowed.

He was... stunning.

“Take what you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

His hand wrapped around my leg and squeezed as he sucked and growled and I was completely at his mercy, but he didn’t suck me dry.

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