Page 84 of Our Little Monster
I hesitated a moment before shucking my boots off and tugging my shirt over my head. I pushed my pants down my legs, stepping out of them, completely bare to him now. Even through the glass, I watched the animalistic stillness make his body taut and rigid.
I opened the frosted door and he watched me, the darkness taking over his eyes as the monster lurking under his skin was barely being contained.
He watched as I got under the hot stream and let my head fall back, getting my entire body soaked from the double streams.
My hair stuck to my slick back. His arms wrapped around me, and goosebumps pebbled my skin when I opened my eyes and saw the darkness lingering in him.
He cupped my face with one hand and leaned in to kiss me softly, but the kiss grew more and more intoxicating the longer his lips stayed fused to mine.
He growled as he ran a hand up my back and into the nape of my hair, gripping so hard it stung a little as he kissed me breathless.
“Wait,” I murmured against our kiss, and he pulled back. “I want to take care of you first.” I grabbed the nearby washcloth and lathered it in soap, starting with his shoulders and working my way down every curve of his body before I rinsed him.
He did his best not to wince at certain parts of his body, but I could see the pain twist in his brow when something I touched hurt him, and I didn’t like it.
I stood on my tiptoes to wash his hair, and he chuckled at me, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel clean; I wanted him to feel good after everything he went through in there. I tenderly rinsed his hair, and he wrapped me up in his arms and kissed me again; I kissed him back.
All his kisses reminded me of the one he gave me before he left.
“Why did you kiss me before you left?” I asked against his lips.
“Because I knew you were going to be mine from the moment I saw you, and I didn’t know how long it was going to be before I saw you again, so I wanted to be sure you knew,” he said back.
I quipped, “You couldn’t have just told me that.”
“No, because at the time you wouldn’t have believed me. You wouldn’t have believed any of us. I needed you to see for yourself—feelfor yourself,” he whispered against my lips as he gently kissed me again.
I ran my hand down his body until I found his hard cock and stroked it once, causing him to growl in my mouth.
He hummed in approval. “Serina.”
“And how did you know I had finally done that?” I asked, stroking him again.
“The way you reacted when I pinned you against the house… and then again, when you hugged me, I knew something had changed,” he said, moving his hand down to my center as he stroked my clit, making my legs weak. “And then when I walked into the house and it smelled of you,all of you.”
He pushed in two thick fingers, causing me to gasp against his lips as he swallowed the sound.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he crooned as he pushed me back against the cold tile and dropped to his knees. “I’m not sharing you; I want you all to myself, just for a little while.”
His words skittered over my inner thigh as he dragged one of my legs over his shoulder as he lapped at my drenched pussy.
I cried out, unable to think about what he said, my orgasm already rising in me. I gripped my hands in his short, wet strands as my body began trembling before it crashed over the edge.
He rose to his feet, kissing up my water-slicked body. Then he grabbed both of my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist effortlessly.
He kissed me long and rough; I could taste my release on his lips. He gripped my ass, keeping me pinned between the wall and his body. His cock nudged at my entrance, making me writhe against him, wanting to feel him stretch me.
I wanted him inside me as he fed from me. I wanted to heal him. I wanted his venom to fill me with bliss. I wanted everything.
I moved my head to the side, giving him access to my neck, and he kissed me softly there, but I felt his body go a little more rigid with control.
“Bastian,” I half moaned, half whispered as he kissed on my chest and sucked one of my peaked nipples into his mouth.
“Hmmm?” he groaned as his lips moved over my sensitive flesh.
“I want you to feed from me,” I said, and his mouth paused as he lifted his head to look me in the eye.
“Serina, I…” he hesitated.
