Page 6 of Finding Our Home

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

I’d expected him to just thrust and take me roughly, but he didn’t at all. He made sure I was okay every step of the way.This wasn’t the vision I had of vampires, but I have to admit that I love everything he’s doing.Little by little, he pressed inside me until he was all the way to the hilt, and I was flat on his lap.

He grabbed me under my thighs while I held his shoulders, and he lifted me before slamming me back over his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed out before he did it again and again and again.

His muscles rippled and flexed with every movement, and water dripped down his skin. I leaned in and licked his neck, making him groan and pick up his pace.

“I want to drink from you.” His voice took on a husky quality—and I liked it.

I tilted my head to the side. “Then drink from me.” My voice was so lustful, I hardly recognized it.

He groaned, then leaned in and ran his nose along my skin again. “You’re not replenished enough, my treasure.” He grabbed me, lifted me up, and pushed me against the side of the pool so he was over the top of me. “Let me taste your mouthagain.” He claimed my lips before I could respond to tell him that I was replenished plenty, that I wanted him to drink from me again, but then his tongue and lips and cock took over, and I couldn’t think about anything other than how amazing it felt.

“Come for me, my treasure,” he spoke against my lips. “Come for me now, Neo.”

Hearing my name put me over the edge, and I screamed out and shuddered around him, my body quaking, my nails digging into his skin, my come shooting out between our stomachs. Dorian moaned loudly, and I felt his come filling my hole deep inside me and his body trembling around me.

But he didn’t break our kiss. He kissed me through it, making me feel treasured and cherished. He kissed me long after we’d both come down from our highs of pure ecstasy. When he eventually pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine, panting, and we stayed that way for a long time.

He kept his eyes closed, so I was able to take in his gorgeous features. His dark skin and plump lips that tasted like heaven. His messy hair—I must’ve grabbed it at some point—the intricate tattoo on his shoulder. His muscles. Holy hell, he had muscles for days. All vampires did, but being this close and allowed to touch them was crazy.

He opened his eyes and the silver shined bright. “The sun will be up shortly, but I want to wash you before we walk back.”

I didn’t know what he meant, so I simply nodded.

He smiled a little, then gently pulled away. He jumped out of the pool and walked over to the decorative chest, and when he bent over to look through it, I had a perfect view of his ass. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever let me top him. I didn’t typically top, but I had a feeling I’d like it with him.

I shook away the thought and pushed it out of my mind. For all I knew, this was a one-time deal, anyway.

He came back over with a bar of soap, a washcloth, and two towels. He set the towels down by our clothes, and got back into the water with a small smile. “I always keep my trunk well stocked.”

That probably means this is where he brings all his bestowers.I frowned at the thought. Ugh.

Dorian’s smile turned into a smirk as he lowered into the water in front of me. “You’re the first human I’ve brought here, but there are a few other vampires that know of this place.”

“Oh.”

He chuckled, then wet the soap and washcloth before lifting them in front of me. “May I?”

I was sure my eyebrows were high on my forehead. “Uh, sure.”

He rubbed the skin on my chest with the washcloth, and when I went to take it from him, he paused to look into my eyes and softly say, “Let me take care of you, my treasure.”

He began washing every inch of my skin, and I could only sit there and let him. He was so gentle and kind and nothing like I thought he’d be. He even washed my hair, and seemed happy to do it.

When he took special care to wash my hole, he whispered, “Did I hurt you too badly?”

I shook my head. My stomach was a bundle of nerves because I’d never in my life had someone treat me like I was special.

“My blood should help with that.”

“I-is that why you told me to drink from you?”

He smiled. “That’s one reason—the main one, yes. But it also feels good, and sharing blood with my lover is something I’ve always loved.”

I nodded once, then looked away.

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