Page 60 of Tears of Revenge

“I want the company,” Avalon rushed.

“You do seem like you had your fair share today, I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Avalon’s fangs pushed past her lower lip and if she’d still been human, she probably would have blushed. Unable to resist, he pricked his thumb. That was all it took for her lips to seal around his thumb, sucking it into her mouth.

“But rest assured I made sure to eat and hydrate well. So if you ever get tired of bagged blood, I’ll be waiting.”

He removed his thumb with a pop, and moved to walk around her when she grabbed his hand. “Don’t go.”

The simple touch made his heart skip. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her hair. “I’ll grab some clothes and meet you in your bathroom.”

A brief moment of hesitation, then Avalon nodded and released his hand.

He grabbed what he needed from his own room, then found Avalon in hers. She was bent over, pulling towels out for the two of them. That hoodie left nothing to the imagination, riding over her perky ass and giving him a full view. He looked away, suddenly ashamed that he’d made their whole relationship nothing more than feeding and sex.

Once the water ran hot, Avalon turned to him with a hesitant smile. Lysander took charge and swept her into his arms. Unlike wrapping her legs around him like he’d wanted, Avalon went stiff in his arms as he carried her to the vanity.

“I don’t want to get your suit dirty.”

Ah, yes—he’d forgotten about the blood. “It can be replaced.”

“It looks expensive.”

“Money is no object.”

“Doesn’t mean we have to throw it around like we’re in a strip club,” she countered. She reached for the buttons on his shirt, pausing to search for his approval. “Is this okay?”

“Of course.” He rubbed over the smooth skin of her thighs. “Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to today?”

“Nothing.” She clenched her jaw. “Absolutely nothing.”

“And that bothers you.”

Avalon gave him a curt nod, not taking her attention off his shirt. Her fingers left a cool trail over his chest and stomach as the fabric fell away from his skin.

“Give yourself time.”

“I keep hearing that.”

“When was the last time you took more than a weekend off work?”

“Maybe five years ago.”

“With him?” What was his name again? Troy?

Another nod, and she pulled his shirt free of his trousers. Then she slid her hands beneath the cotton, sliding it off his shoulders.

“I’m sure that wasn’t entirely for you. You’ve been focused on surviving. You’re not used to taking time for yourself.”

Avalon sighed. “It scares me to be alone right now.” Her fingers danced over his biceps, eyes taking in every inch of his body. “I don’t want to think.”

“If you enjoy gardening, maybe that could take your mind off things.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What on earth for?”

“Being so… ungrateful? Bad company?”

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