Page 78 of The Demon's Discovery
My chest squeezed, knowing he’d casually used several in my hair. “That’s beautiful. I wish I could have met him.”
He gave me a soft smile and kissed me reverently. “He would have loved you, Dragonfly.”
We fell into that quiet space again, the bubble that fit just the two of us. He carefully undid the buttons on my shirt as I worked on his, the pair of us getting one another undressed in a way that felt far more intimate than it should have.
“Under the spray,” he said, voice so low it rolled along my skin.
The water was just barely the tolerable side of too hot as it washed over me, the stress of the morning melting away under the heat. Vassago’s fingers threaded through my curls, the muscles in his arms bunching and rolling as he worked. I reached out and traced along the edges of his tattoos, the ink ethereal the way it shimmered no matter the light.
My hands slid down to the ridges of his stomach muscles, and they tensed under my touch. “Careful,” he warned and turned me around, putting himself under the water while he lathered shampoo in my hair. Once I was rinsed, we traded again, and I carefully worked the suds through his nearly waist-length white tresses.
“Mm,” he growled pleasurably, low in his throat. “You could do that every day, and I would never complain. I understand why you enjoy it so when I play with your hair.”
I sighed, loving the way my whole body tingled as his fingers worked against my scalp. “It’s incredibly relaxing.”
“Perhaps you could practice braiding mine, too. We can trade.”
I smiled, enjoying the way he crushed our bodies together so he could get us both under the water at once. He then turnedwhat should have been an efficient washing into something far more intimate simply by dropping to one knee.
“Give me your foot.” He placed the one I raised on his knee and ran the soap up the inside of my leg, then down the back, repeating this all the way around. “The other.” He repeated the process, fingers sweeping dangerously close to my center as he worked around my thighs.
I took the bar and lathered up his arms, down his chest and stomach, only to be turned around again so he could work on my back. His hands caressed my ass lovingly, but he went no further. I did the same, admiring the network of faint scars and the rest of his tattoos as I washed the broad expanse of his shoulders.
“Let’s get you rinsed,” he said breathily, his thick arousal pressed against my stomach. I did my best to breathe slow and intentional, much like Calla had instructed me. That only lasted until the soap bubbles were headed down the drain, because he kissed me again, and breath no longer mattered.
My back hit the wall, and he hiked one of my legs up over his hip as he stepped into my body, his length hot and pulsing against my belly as he thrust his tongue against mine. Tiny needy noises rattled through my throat, but no matter how I reached, he brushed me off, maintaining all control.
“I know, beloved. I know,” he said, before maneuvering his kisses along my jaw and down my throat, which only fanned the flames.
Finally, his chest heaving, he stopped torturing me, and my plea came out coherently. “Please,” I moaned.
“Eyes on me, Dragonfly.” He stared straight down into my soul as he manipulated my body to where he needed it and slid into me, the teasing he’d been doing having left me slick and ready.
My eyelids fluttered as my body gripped him, the feel of him rubbing against that spot at the very front of my channel making me whimper.
“You were made for me, Greta. You take me so well. So perfectly.”
There was something about this refined gentleman having a dirty mouth that set every single nerve of mine on fire. I wanted to be everything he claimed I was, reveling in his praise as he drove me closer and closer to my climax with every brutal thrust.
He reached down and picked up my other leg. I locked my ankles around his back, leaving him to balance me between his hips and the wall with one hand around my neck and the other gripping my hip. His mouth settled against that spot where my neck met my shoulder, the one that belonged to him.
“Please,” I begged, every cell throbbing as my core clenched around him. I knew that a peak beyond all compare would consume me if he indulged in a bite right now. “Do it.”
“Needy, Little Dragonfly?” he smirked. When he stopped, though, it made me moan in agitation. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. Are you watching? Do you see how perfectly we fit together? You aremine, Greta.” His thumb slipped over my aching clit and circled, sending shocks of pleasure ricocheting under my skin.
“Yes,” I agreed, desperate for the release he was holding just out of my grasp.
Vassago smiled, fangs out in full, eyes a bright ruby that I knew should scare me but only left me burning with need. I sucked in a harsh breath as he bit down, then screamed as my orgasm racked my whole body. He only sipped a handful of times before pulling free to roar into my shoulder, his cock spasming inside me and forcing another tremor out of me as well.
He stood there holding me up, the both of us panting as the water continued to cascade over us.
The quiet bubble descended again as he quickly put me through another careful wash once I could trust my legs to hold me up, then bundled me into oversized towels. We lingered in the steamy room, combing through all the knots in my hair, and sharing wordless kisses, prolonging the peace as long as possible. It wasn’t that we didn’t want to tackle our responsibilities, it was that it was so nice to be in that room, only us.
Too much noise waited for us on the other side of the door.
We only had long enoughto get dressed before someone was knocking on the door of our hut.
Lovette had come with Calla to be sure I was doing alright after such a long rest. Despite finding me in suitable health, they insisted they take me to the infirmary for a quick once-over, on the assurance that if anything was amiss, they’d find him immediately.
