Page 28 of Forever Touched

“Not bad,” I told him, hiking up my eyebrows in appreciation.

“Your turn,” he brusquely said, clearly not in the mood for foreplay.

Reaching into the stand-up shower, he switched on the water, then impatiently crossed his arms. Okay, then. We were getting right down to it. The fact that he’d undressed told me he wasn’t planning on drowning me in the shower. At least not right away.

Choosing to think positively, I reached for my top and undid the straps. They loosened one by one, and as they unraveled, I saw Everett’s chest expand. His eyes were locked on my every move, but unease didn’t fill my belly. Just like in the dreams I’d had of him, I enjoyed having his gaze on me. It made me feel . . . wanted.Desired. But not entirely in a sexual way.

It felt like he wanted more from me. Moreofme.

My hands began to tremble, but not from fear. I was anticipating what would happen next.Wantedit to happen. I didn’t feel the need to pretend for once. The look in his eyes mirrored how I felt inside.

Quickly removing my top, I slid off my bottoms and slowlyapproached him. I kept my stilettos on, though. The six inch heels made me feel less small compared to him, at least in height. But my body mass was atoothpickcompared to his. He could easily snap me in half like one too.

As soon as I was close enough, he pulled me into the shower and backed me against the wall. My spine met the cold tiles, warm water soaking my hair and body within seconds. And then his body was flush against mine, the heat of it penetrating my skin and bones.

I gasped at the heady sensation, my chest pushing against his. In reply, he pressed his pelvis to mine. A moan slipped free as his hardened length rubbed against my core. He pressed me more firmly against the tiles and blew out a ragged sigh, shutting his eyes.

Intrigued by his reaction, I whispered, “Why did you come back?”

He inhaled several breaths before replying, “I need to cleanse you from my system.”

A small smirk tugged at my mouth. “By having sex with me?”

His eyes reopened and met mine. “Exactly.”

He rocked against me, and my lips parted in a small whimper.

His gaze dropped to my mouth, and he uttered a curse. Reaching up, he touched my bottom lip. The pressure was featherlight, but I felt it all the way down to my toes. When my lips parted wider in response, he hissed through his teeth, “I hate this.”

So did I. Hated and loved the way he made me feel.

“Are you going to kiss me?” I breathed, blinking up at him.

His jaw hardened, and he dropped his hand. “No. I don’t kiss my conquests.”

In the next moment, he was positioning himself at my entrance and sliding inside. I grabbed onto his biceps and squeezed my eyes shut, wondering if it would feel as good as the first time. With the firstthrust came my answer.Yes. Better, even. Because I was expecting it to feel good, my body readily charged awake, eager to experience more.

As we found a rhythm, it dawned on me that I hadn’t tried to make him bite me first. I’d been too distracted by his dick and how it would make me feel. But as that feeling washed over me, I suddenly didn’t care. Who needed control when having sex felt thisgood?I knew the feeling wouldn’t last, though. Knew that this was probably the last time I’d ever feel it. But if this was the last time, then I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

Throwing my head back against the tiles, I used my flexibility to wrap my legs around his waist. The new angle drove him deeper inside me, and I cried out in pleasure. His hands found my backside and squeezed, his claws pricking the sensitive flesh. The action drove him even deeper, so deep that he hit a nerve that made me see stars. I groaned loudly, opening my mouth in rapture.

He hit the spot again. Again and again until I was making all sorts of noises.

Responding to the erotic sounds, he jerked me up higher and lowered his head to my neck. With one swift bite, his fangs sank into my flesh.

“Yes,” I moaned, my breaths coming in short spurts as his venom flooded my veins. My eyes rolled back, bliss filling me from head to toe.

He stayed in his true form the entire time we had sex, every inch of him revealing the powerful predator he was inside. The sight should make me fear him. Anyone in their right mind would be afraid. But I’d told the truth to him last night. I wasn’t in my right mind. Hadn’t been for quite some time. In order to survive this bloodthirsty world, I’d had to adapt. To give up who I used to be.

The girl I was today didn’t shy away from danger. She embraced it, knowing that death was only a knock away. If I was going to die, I might as well stare it down with a smile.

So, as death gripped me tight, I gripped it back, riding it like there was no tomorrow.

As both our pleasures built, our movements became frantic. Everett greedily pulled from my neck, holding me impossibly close as he drove inside me like a madman. It almost hurt, but I embraced the pain and matched his tempo, panting loudly as my body stiffened from the pleasure.

Overwhelmed by the sensations flooding my system, I opened my mouth and screamed. My orgasm whipped through me, sending me so high that darkness pulled me under. I returned to the surface in time to hear Everett bellow, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he spilled his release inside me.

We both struggled to catch our breath, our movements gradually slowing as the high faded. When it was a languid buzz, he lowered his head again to lick the blood from my neck. Startled by the almost tender gesture, I sputtered out a laugh.

---