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“I don’t care…” I whisper, moving my body further away from the slip of moonlight and into his dark embrace.
“Oh, Golden.” His forehead lays on mine, voice slinked low and somber. “What have I created?”
In the shadows I hold him, and he holds me back. Loved, and loving in return. I don’t need the moon or sun, or any kind of artificial glow when it comes to Lucero—he is my light. I never wanted a knight in shining armor. And yeah, Lucero will always save my day, but more than that, I needed to feel safe and what better way than with a pair of fangs.
I yawn and Lucero chuckles, leading me back to bed. “Sleep, my love. I’m going to have a bath, and I’ll be back soon enough.”
With one final long kiss, Lucero vanishes into the bathroom.
I stand by the bed, chewing on my lip and listening to water pouring and splashing in the other room.
Slowly, I find my own reflection in the full length mirror, the moonlight making me appear silver.
I care about how I look, who doesn’t. But I’ve never cared what another person thinks of me.
I want Lucero to want me as badly as I want him. Logically, I know he does. But, as I strip off, the small insecure part of myself can only see how skinny I am. How I wish I was a bit broader, a bit taller, jaw a bit stronger.
Freeing my bottom lip, I straighten my spine and force confidence up. Lucero has never seen me naked, but he wants to. Badly. And…I want him. I want Lucero to press so deeply into my skin he leaves scars where his body was, so no matter how far apart we are, I’ll always have pieces of him etched into me.
My hand digs into my discarded shorts, grabbing a wrinkled piece of paper and heading towards the bathroom.
I suck in a deep breath, and hover, should I knock? Should I not?
‘Confidence, Golden.’
I grit my teeth, exhale sharply, and step inside
Chapter Thirty-Three - Golden
I’m met with a wall of steam and the confidence I had moments before dissipates. The sink becoming more interesting than my very naked, incredibly sexy, soulmate stretched out in the bathtub.
“Erm…did you…want some…c-company?” I cringe and take half a step back, my palms flying up to cover my limp dick.
But before I can turn tail and hide under the covers until the world ends, Lucero’s voice wraps around me, and invites me closer when he says, “Come here, beautiful.”
With his voice rumbling with the promise of something thunderous, how could I do anything else but go to him?
My feet pat against the tiled floor until I reach the rim of the tub, gaze everywhere but the one place I want it. Then my trembling hand is taken, as gentle as if Lucero plucked a flower, and draws me closer.
The tip of each finger is teased with fleeting kisses, and the lightest brush of his lips trails down, grazing across the heart of my palm. Blunt teeth press against my pulse, and each tender touch pulls out a satisfied sigh from me.
“I would love company,” my vampire says, voice low for my ears alone. Not even an echo can have it.
Lucero helps me step into the tub, toes meeting hot water as they’re lowered. Slowly, I sink until I’m seated on his lap, my breath hitches when my dick finally catches up to where I am, and twitches. Lucero's body is solid beneath mine, his length pressing firm at my stomach. He’s hard, and that should make me harder, but nerves stop me from becoming fully erect.
With strong hands on my forearms, I’m lowered onto his wet chest scattered with dark hair.
“You're so handsome, Golden. So beautiful. Every inch of you,” Lucero tells me, kissing my forehead.
It’s when I place my ear to his chest, and hear the steadythump thump thumpof his heart, that mine begins to calm.
“When I first caught your scent it was like coming home, and every time after that as long as I have you in my lungs I know where I belong. Your smile is all I’ve ever needed.” His large hand rests on my crown, his other running up and down my spine. “I am happy to wait, and if we only ever have this, then there is still no greater joy in my life.”
“You know when someone tells you about a party you couldn’t be bothered to go to? About how much fun they had? And you pretend to listen, but really who gives a fuck. Sex is like that—someone else’s dull story.”
Thump thump thump, Lucero’s heartbeat is strong and I know he wouldn’t mind if I borrowed some of his strength.
“With you it isn’t pretend, not some boring story I gotta suffer my way through. I want to…” I steady myself on an exhale.
