He wanted to drink from his Sarah, right next to her sex, so close he could taste her core along with her blood, for the rest of his life and hers.
But he would never endanger her.
He had to force himself to release her sweet flesh, her delicious vein—but he was rewarded with an incredible sight. Lifting his head, he found her in the thralls of ecstasy, her breasts tight, her cheeks flushed, her boneless legs loose and totally open to him.
He would keep this image of her for however long he had.
But then he had to take care of her. Her blood welled at the puncture marks he had made—the second set—and he felt the hunger for her vein rise in him again. But no. He would seal her up and give her more pleasure and then they would sit together under the warm water, holding on to each other … until the time came for him to try the drug.
Lowering himself back to where he had been, he extended his tongue and drew it up the twin marks he’d made in her. Lapping. Sucking. Making sure that they had closed and then licking into her sex some more just because he couldn’t get enough of there, either.
Then he reared up over her, his much larger body dominating her graceful form, the predator claiming what he wanted, what he needed.
Gripping his cock, he put his head at her core and sank in deep, pushing in hard. Her breasts registered the penetration, gleaming under the spray as they moved with a bump, and he touched them, caressing the nipples with his thumbs.
Gritting his teeth, he pumped hard into her, her sex’s hold tight on him even as the rest of her was lovely-loose. Reaching up to one of the rails screwed into the wall, he grabbed on tight, using it as a way to go even harder.
Just before he started to come, he pulled out and sprayed her sex, her lower body, even her breasts with his scent. Marking her. And then he reentered her and filled her up from the inside, too.
Murhder went for longer than he ever had. And when he finally kicked out a final last release, he collapsed without warning, clonking himself a good one in the head on that rail. Not that he cared.
He was breathing hard. He was dizzy. He was lost and found at once.
Sarah’s lids slowly opened. And her smile was the sunrise he would never see outdoors.
Except then she frowned. “Why are you crying?”
Funny, he thought. It was the same question he had put to her before they had been together for the first time.
“Am I?” he whispered in return.
Without waiting for a response from her, he gathered her in his arms and sat them together on the tile, her in his lap. As she held on to him, and put her head on his pec, he settled back against the shower’s wall.
With the warm water falling on his head, his vision was blurry and he told himself the hot trails flowing down his cheeks and off his jawline were just the shower doing its job.
He also reminded himself that the click fit of their bodies was momentous, but momentary.
Their meeting of souls was forever.
No matter what happened next.
I’m not going to let you say it.”
As Xhex spoke in a pushy, kind of bitchy, manner, she was marching into the bedroom she shared with John. He was across the way in their bathroom, naked in front of the mirror over the sinks. He was poking at that goddamn shoulder wound, flexing his arm, turning this way and that as if attempting to measure the progression.
The area of infection—or whatever it was—was so much larger, there was no question it was getting worse.
“Did you hear what I said,” she snapped.
He stopped the prodding and looked over.
Walking across to him, she put her hands on her hips and was well aware she was spoiling for a fight.
“There’s no goodbye for you and me,” she announced. “So you can just cut that shit out right now. I am very aware of what you’re doing, checking in with the people in this household, going around, seeing them one by one or in groups. And that’s fine. But you’re not going to do it to me because I refuse to believe you’re going to die from that thing.”
When he lifted his hands to start signing, she slapped them down and shoved her forefinger in his face. “I