Page 57 of The Dawning
I poked my head around the stone wall that separated the shower from the bathroom. “Always, vampire. It’s time to christen our new shower.”
Sam was stripping down to nakedness. My nipples hardened at the sight of him—cut abs, chiseled jaw, power coiled in his muscular thighs—a warrior who I swore was born of a different time and era.
It felt like forever since I’d seen my hunk of a vampire naked when in fact it had only been a week. My libido awakened, sparking lust through my veins.
Chuckling, he stroked his erection, a smile playing with the edges of his mouth until his dimples made an appearance. “Shower sex. Fuck yeah.”
Flutters tickled the lining of my stomach at the sound of his husky laugh, and when he padded across the long and wide expanse of the master bath, holding his cock with lust swirling in his green eyes, those flutters turned into wild bat wings.
I shuddered in anticipation of having his dick inside me, his mouth on my pussy, and his fangs embedded in that sweet spot on my inner thigh that he loved and craved so much.
“Did you find out what time Jordyn will be here?” I said, even though it wasn’t a question to be asking when I wanted to wrap my lips around his beautiful long, hard cock and suck him until he came undone—a sight to behold. To know I could unravel the powerful vampire with a flick of my tongue over the head of his erection was orgasmic.
“My dad said in about an hour. Plenty of time to wash your hair and soap you up.”
I giggled, feeling the weight of my problems falling off my shoulders—all that bullshit washing down the drain. “You want to wash my hair?” He’d done it one time before, and it had felt amazing.
I inched backward and under the spray while Sam stood a foot from me, his gaze taking a slow, sensual hike up and down my body, lingering on my massive tits.
I played with my nipples, lightly rolling them between my fingers as he pumped his cock, his eyelids heavy with lust.
The moment I slid my hand down to my pussy, he pounced in one quick move.
The breath shuddered out of me as he tugged me to him, pressing his impressive erection against my heated skin. “I want to do more than wash your hair, baby doll.” He gently massaged my tits. “I want to suck these.” He slid a hand down to my inner thigh. “I want this right here. I’m dying to taste you.” Then his fingers danced between my folds. “I’m dying to feast here too. Your arousal is driving me mad.”
He lifted my chin with his knuckle, bent down, and plunged his tongue into my mouth. He took control of the kiss, commanding, teasing, exploring.
A whimper rippled up the back of my throat, and in a flash, Sam had me in his arms and was carrying me to the stone-encased bench that banked one wall of the shower.
He eased me down, breaking the kiss. “Spread your legs.” Sheer dominance and power dripped from every syllable, making my clit pulsate in anticipation of his tongue.
I did as he commanded.
His fangs lowered, gleaming and promising heated passion and seductive pleasure. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, stroking his erection up then down.
I quivered, obeying his command, circling my clit in steady strokes as I dropped my head back slightly, sighing heavily.
“Look at me, baby doll.” Again, the huskiness in his voice was doing crazy things to my insides, and I swore I was a second away from dropping into a sensual abyss.
I righted my head, opening my legs wider as I stuck my finger inside my pussy.
He groaned, pumping his cock, his eyes changing from green to a luminous silver.
I reached out with my free hand and grabbed the back of his muscular thigh, urging him forward. Butterflies went wild inside me at the thought of pleasing the father of our children. It felt like eons since Sam and I had been intimate, but it was only last week when we’d lounged in a bubble bath before we fucked like bunnies. Though the rough sex was what had me spotting and rushing to the ER. I shook that thought off. Dr. Martin gave us the thumbs-up as long as Sam wasn’t aggressive. Funny though—it wasn’t Sam who wanted it hard and fast. It was me.
The second I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock, he bucked and groaned, threading his fingers through my wet hair. “Fuck, Layla.”
I giggled before I sucked him into my mouth and took him deep until the head of his dick was touching the back of my throat.
He let out a guttural roar and fucked my mouth like a vampire possessed, my teeth scraping his shaft in a move that he craved during a blow job. “That’s it, baby doll. I need more pain.” He pressed his hands into the wall above me, then stopped thrusting. “I need to be inside you.” In a flash, he was on his knees. “But first—”
“I want you to come in my mouth.” I pouted.
He chuckled as his fangs grazed a path over my skin, wandering lazily across my knee and along my thigh.
I let my legs fall open as wide as I could, and he moaned, peppering light licks and gentle kisses along my leg until he bit, sinking his fangs into my inner thigh. The sting was erotic, and an orgasm was ready to burst free.
I played with a nipple and circled my clit, needing a release. Just as the orgasm teetered on the edge, Sam withdrew his fangs, trading my thigh for my pussy. He flattened his tongue between my folds and dove into a rhythm until I was writhing on the bench. In seconds, I exploded, shouting, “I love you, vampire!”
