Page 47 of Even Vampires Bleed (Even Ever After #2)

Léandre

I don’t know what is happening to me.

I literally didn’t want to go.

I know I’m filthy and that I need to shower, but all I could think about was to get closer and… What? Honestly, anything.

I’ve been doing my best since we arrived. But it turned out lonely with her sleeping her wound away.

I can’t be upset. She needed it, and nothing would have woken her up.

Which is a blessing, because the only shower is inside the room she was sleeping in.

And this isn’t my first shower since we arrived.

It’s the first I can take at normal temperature though.

I’m not a masochist, but I had no other choice with her in the room.

She might have been passed out, but I wasn’t going to do what I’m about to do now.

My brain might have been dizzy with the smell of her in such close quarters, but I would never do that while she is unconscious.

If she’s awake and wants to watch now… That would be completely different.

It’s with this thought on my mind that I reach for my cock.

I’m already hard.

I was already hard by the time I went through the door of the bedroom.

From freaking holding hands. Maybe it was just the reminder of how I felt when she was drinking from me, or maybe it’s been too long since I’ve fucked something other than my hands. The result is the same, though.

I proposed to help in the kitchen, but all I could think about was bending Cassiopé over the oven—without turning it on—and losing myself inside of her.

Except, I don’t think she would take it kindly now.

I’ll have to satisfy myself with my imagination then.

I turn on the shower and pour a bit of liquid soap in my hand, before lathering my whole body—might as well get cleaned while I’m here—and finish by grabbing my cock.

I bend under the water and let it fall on the back of my neck while I hold myself against the wall with the other hand.

I start moving up and down around my cock, imagining Cassiopé’s eyes on me.

If it was real, I would take my time and tease her with the sight, but I already feel like I’m about to explode so instead my movements grow frantic quickly and all I can see in my mind are those damn lips of hers parting for me.

I accelerate. My breathing grows heavy, and I imagine those lips sliding around my cock as I pump inside her mouth. And that’s when it happens.

I come with a silent scream and sag against the wall, my head against my forearm.

And all too fast, it’s already over.

I count my blessings though because I know she is waiting for me to cook our dinner, and I’m thankful she’s willing to show me, because those three days feel like I finally got to experience kids’ food. I can’t wait for it to change.

Even if I’m actually ravenous for something else now.