Page 51 of My Sweet Vampire

Smiling shyly, I peel off my boots and climb in, positioning myself between his thighs. The water glistens and ripples softly around us, and I start to enjoy the glorious sensations flowing through me; this is sheer bliss. With a contented sigh, I lean against his chest and submerge my hair in the water, making it fall about my shoulders in little golden ringlets. I watch the steady rise and fall of my breasts.

Nick reaches for a sponge and a bottle of shower gel and proceeds to gently soap me down, smearing my neck and back with cascades of rose-scented foam. I tilt my head to one side, moaning softly; it feels so good being pampered by him.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispers.

“Me neither.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Me, too.”

I recline against his chest and sense the rapid beating of his heart. Tenderly, he starts to massage my shoulders, and I slip into a pleasant state of drowsiness.

“So, do you live here alone?” I ask, trying to keep awake.

“Uh-huh. Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s beautiful. Well, what I’ve seen of it anyway.”

“Thanks. I inherited this house from my father. Been in the family for years. When you’re ready, I’ll give you a proper tour of the place.”

“I’d really like that,” I smile. There’s a moment of loaded silence. “Nick, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How did you get that horrible scar on your face?”

Abruptly, he stops rubbing and his whole body tenses.

“I’m sorry,” I stammer. “I-I wish I hadn’t said anything now. I hope I haven’t offended you?”

“No, it’s fine. It happened many years ago. I had a disagreement with someone and it ended badly.”

“How terrible.” I decide not to probe further as he’s obviously not comfortable talking about it. Nick continues soaping and rubbing me but with less enthusiasm than before. I can sense my question has soured the mood a little.

Damn it, I’m such an insensitive fool.

“Does it bother you?” he asks finally.

“What?”

“My scar.”

“Of course not. Nick, I only asked because I hate the idea of anyone hurting you. I just wondered what had happened, that’s all.”

“Does it disgust you?”

“Oh, please, can we just drop it? Forget I ever said anything.”

He goes quiet and I can tell he’s brooding. Turning round to face him, I look him dead in the eye and repeat my apology. When he still doesn’t respond, I lower my head and gently start to kiss and nibble his neck and chest. Tilting his head against the bath, Nick emits a low moan and I sense him melt beneath my touch.

“If I’ve been bad,” I whisper, between kisses, “then you need to tell me what my punishment is …”

“Mmm, don’t start something you can’t finish,” he groans.

“Who says I can’t finish it?”

He grabs my head and pulls my face level with his. “Are you really ready for round two?”

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