Page 52 of Dark & Dreadful Brutes

“It’s been nearly twelve hours. I let you sleep, and now I need you clean.” He slipped into the water with me, instead of dropping me in. “Go back to sleep if you want. I can wash you whether your eyes are open or not.”

I slowly wrestled my head off his shoulder, as his big, soapy hands ran over my back.

A groan escaped me at the feel of his touch—and his erection against my core. “This should not turn you on.”

He grumbled at me but resumed scrubbing. My dress was still on—which I assumed was because I hadn’t given him permission to strip it off me.

At least he had respected that.

“Can I take this off?” He tugged lightly on one of my sleeves.

“Mmhm.” I leaned away from him as he slid it over my head and tossed it to the floor.

His eyes collided with my breasts, and he went still.

I glanced down.

Right.

I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress.

“Veil, I need to feed you more,” he said.

I tried to push him away, but he pulled me tighter.

“Asshole,” I snapped.

“I can still see your ribs, Lae.”

“You see me naked and your first comment is that I need to eat more? What is your problem?” I tried again to push him away, and he only dragged me closer. My bare chest collided with his, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the delicious heat of it.

“It was an observation, not an insult. You don’t want to hear the rest of my thoughts about you,” he growled.

My hurt swelled.

His mind opened to me—just opened, like a damn door.

The first thing I saw was a detailed fantasy of him with his fingers buried inside me and his lips wrapped around my nipple. My face was twisted with pleasure, my bare body pinned beneath his.

More images flickered.

His face between my thighs.

His cock filling me.

His mouth on my breasts, my belly, my mouth, and my throat.

Him drinking my blood.

“Breathe, Lae.” He squeezed my hips and closed the doors between our minds.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly.

“Don’t believe for a second that I’m not interested in your bare body.” He lifted me further up his cock so the length of it pressed against my core, though his shorts separated us. “I want you in every damned way there is.”

“Okay,” I managed.

The words were nearly a squeak.

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