hair was
still up in its chignon, and he wanted to take it down, wanted to see what it looked like wet and
plastered to her breasts.
As she put her hands on his lower leg and started north, her eyes lifted up. In a flash he saw her
giving him head, his erection stretching her mouth wide, her cheeks sucking in and out as she
worked him.
John moaned and swayed, bumping his shoulder.
«Drop your arms, your grace.»
Even though he was terrified of what was going to happen next, he wanted to obey her. Except
what if he made a fool out of himself? What if he came all over her face because he couldn't hold
back? What if-
«Your grace, drop your arms.»
He slowly let his hands fall away from himself, and his arousal jutted straight out of his hips, not
so much defying gravity as being totally outside of its reach.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus… Her hand was lifting up toward-
The instant she touched his cock, the erection deflated: From out of nowhere he saw himself in a
grungy stairwell. Held at knifepoint. Violated while he cried silently.
John jerked away from her hold and stumbled out of the shower, his wet feet and his loose knees
making him slip on the floor. To keep from falling over, he ass-planted it on the toilet.
Not dignified. Not manly. How fucking typical. He was finally in a big body, but he was no
more a male than when he'd been in a little one.
The water shut off and he heard Layla covering herself with a towel. Her voice quavered.
«Would you like me to go?»
He nodded, too ashamed to even look at her.
When he glanced up much later, he was alone in the bathroom. Alone and cold, the heat of the
shower lost, all that glorious steam gone as if it had never been.
His first time with a female… and he'd lost his erection. God, he wanted to throw up.
V broke Jane's skin with his fangs, penetrating her throat, tapping into her vein, latching on with
his lips. As she was human, the rush of power at the drinking came not from the composition of
her blood, but the fact that it was her. Her taste was what he was after. Her taste… and his
consumption of a piece of her.
When she cried out, he knew it wasn't from pain. Her body was lush with her arousal, and that
scent got even stronger as he took what he wanted from her, took her sex with his cock, took her
blood with his mouth.
«Come with me,» he said hoarsely, releasing her throat and letting her prop herself up against the
sink again. «Come… with… me.»
«Oh, God …»
V locked into her hips as he started to orgasm, and she went over the edge with him, her body
sucking on his erection just as he had worked at her neck. The exchange felt fair and satisfying;
she was now in him and he was in her. It was right. It was good.
Mine.
After it was over, they were both breathing hard.
«Are you all right?» he asked on a gasp, very aware that the question had never before come out
of his mouth following sex.
When she didn't reply, he eased back from her a little. On her pale skin he could see the marks
he'd left on her, red blushes from his rough handling. Nearly everyone he'd ever fucked had
ended up with them because he liked it rough, needed it rough. And he'd never been bothered by
what he'd left behind on other people's bodies.
The marks bothered him now. Bothered him even more as he wiped his hand across his mouth
and came away with a smudge of her blood.
Oh, Jesus … He'd used her too hard. It had been way too hard. «Jane, I'm so-«
«Amazing.» She shook her head, her cap of blond hair swinging at her cheeks. «That was…
amazing.»
«Are you sure I didn't-«
«Just amazing. Although I'm afraid to let go of this sink because I'll fall over.»
Relief went to his head, a drunken buzz. «I didn't want to hurt you.»
«You overwhelmed me… but in the way that if I had a good girlfriend I would call her up and be
like, 'Oh, my God I just had the sex of my life.' «
«Good. That's… good.» He so didn't want to leave her core, especially if she was talking like
that. But he moved his hips back and slipped his erection free so she had a break.
From the back she was exquisite. Temple-pounding beautiful. Totally takeable. His arousal beat
like a heart as he pulled his pajama bottoms up and stuffed himself into the flannel.
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