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For several heartbeats, hers, not mine, we remained frozen in that idyllic moment of connection. I carefully rolled off her body and laid beside her. I gathered her still-trembling body against mine. Her head found the hollow of my shoulder and her leg draped over mine, with our bodies still intimately connected.

I knew I couldn’t give her the world, but I was hellbent on giving her everything else. Money, material possessions, safety,and love. And if one day she wanted everlasting life, immortality, to be a vamp, it would be hers.

CHAPTER TEN

ZAND

Wrapped in the embrace of our lovemaking, I lost track of time. As Chanel’s breathing slowed and her eyelids grew heavy, I let her drift off to sleep. Earlier when I arrived home, I didn’t intend to fuck her for so long and so vigorously. I was wide awake, but being close to her naked body was my happy place. After letting her sleep for an hour, I gently roused her from her overnight nap.

“Time to wake up.” I whispered into her ear, nuzzling her softly.

She let out a contented sigh. “Why?”

“We need to shower.”

“Why?”

“I have my reasons.” I did.

“My body is tired.” She moaned. “So tired.”

“I can carry you.”

I moved her head from my chest and positioned myself to lift her off the bed. The swift movement jostled her completely awake. Her eyes were open, and she locked into my eyes as I lifted her naked body from the bed. She wasn’t happy with me.

“Oh, damn. Shit!” She held on tight, worried that I would drop her, but that was impossible. I chuckled. I believed that sometimes she completely forgot that I was a vampire with supernatural strength.

“Profanities.” I smirked.

“Down, down.” She commanded. “I can walk.”

“You don’t want me to carry you?” I asked.

“No.” I placed her down on her feet. “I have cum leaking out of me.”

Really? I didn’t notice.

I took Chanel’s hand and led her to the bathroom. Our naked bodies reflected the moonlight as we walked hand in hand. She followed willingly with her fingers intertwined with mine. There was a small tugging at the corners of my lips. The marble floor was cool beneath our feet. I reach into the glass-enclosed shower and turned the knobs, adjusting the temperature until steam billowed into the air. The warmest water cascaded from the rainfall showerhead.

I guided Chanel as she stepped into the shower first. She let out a small gasp at the intensity of the water.

I stepped in and joined her under the pulsating spray. The droplets started to wash away the remnants of our lovemaking. We lingered there, letting our bodies slide against each other, the water adding another layer of intimacy to our connection.

I watched, transfixed, as droplets of water clung to her eyelashes and her lips. Even after all this time, the sight of her wet body made me rock hard. I watched as she tilted her head back and let the water saturate her hair. Her straight hair slowly drew and shrunk into tight coils.

I could never wet her hair, but when she wet her own hair, it was my queue to touch it. I reached for her shampoo, pouring a quarter-sized amount into my palm before working it into her hair. My fingers massaged her scalp with firm, circular motions.Chanel leaned into my touch and her eyes closed in bliss. There was something profoundly intimate about this ritual.

“Your fingers feel so good.” She said with her voice echoing slightly against the tiled walls.

“You deserve to be spoiled.” My fingers worked through her hair, and the suds ran down her back. “Turn around.”

She complied, and I rinsed the shampoo from her hair by removing the showerhead. I placed the shower nozzle back in the holster and reached for the conditioner. I carefully coated her hair from the roots to the tips with the rosemary and minty smelling conditioner. After raking my fingers through her hair, I removed my hands to let the conditioner sit.

Steam swirled around us, engulfing us in a private world of heat and moisture. The bathroom filled with the scent of her lemon oatmeal soap as Chanel rubbed it on her loofah. I watched her gently scrub her body. I bent to suck soap subs off her nipples and took water into my mouth and spit the soap out. I tried to mentally motivate my cock to a flaccid state and failed.

After washing herself, she reached for my soap next. She lathered it between her palms before pressing them against my chest. Her hands moved in slow circles, spreading soap across my skin, her touch both cleansing and arousing.

My stiff cock was going to break off if she touched it. I was so hard I was going to have to rub one out before I left the shower.