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VLAD

H er voice is shaky as she takes a deep breath.

"I didn't mean to, but I didn't regret it either," she continues, telling me about an older girl who'd terrorized her for years and how she'd gotten rid of her body.

"You're not the only one with a stained past, Vlad," she says, leaning back to look at me.

"You could do no wrong in my eyes, Sisi," I tell her sincerely.

"You could kill a million people and you'd still be my Sisi.

" If anything, I'm even prouder of her for standing up for herself and for taking a stand against those who wanted to hurt her.

Because anyone who dares to mess with my Sisi deserves nothing but pain.

And I aim to see that done. Soon.

Bringing my hand up, I swipe some strands of hair off her forehead. "You're perfect to me."

"See? This is how I feel about you, too. You wouldn't be my Vlad without your flaws. And because of that you are perfect for me."

She raises herself up, and twinning her arms around my neck, she presses her lips to mine.

I relish the soft feel of her mouth against mine, the way her lips part slightly, her tongue meeting mine as they dance around each other.

I bring her flush against me, my hands on her lower back as I deepen the kiss. Her tits brushing against my chest, her stomach cushioning my hard cock, I already feel I'm about to combust.

How is it that one look at her and I get painfully hard, one touch of hers and I'm ready to spill myself?

As someone who's never been interested in the opposite sex, I'm simply baffled by the way my body reacts to hers. The epitome of femininity, she's uniquely attractive—made just for me. And I plan to worship her for as long as I live.

"No more secrets now," she whispers against my lips.

"No more secrets," I agree.

Her hands secured around my neck, I swoop her in my arms, exiting the pool. Red droplets of blood mixed with water cling to our skin as they make their way down, dripping onto the floor.

Sisi's watching me through hooded eyes, a comfortable sigh escaping her as she snuggles closer to me.

Taking her to the shower stalls, I turn on the water, letting it wash everything away from us.

Under the powerful jet of the shower, murky water falls down our bodies, washing the red away. I lower her to her feet, and grabbing a sponge, I lather it with soap as I start tracing my way down her body, cleaning every spot.

She doesn't speak as I move the sponge over her neck, and down her tits, only watching me closely, mouth half parted as she releases a small gasp every time my hand brushes over her nipples.

I move slowly as I clean her body, washing the blood away to reveal her pristine skin.

Dropping to my knees in front of her, I glide my hand over her stomach and lower, towards the patch of hair between her legs. Her breath hitches as I gently dab at the area.

"Vlad," she whispers, looking down at me. Her eyes are misty—from tears or water from the shower, I don't know.

The corner of my mouth curls up in a lopsided smile as I lean forward, placing a kiss on her belly. I lay my cheek to her skin, closing my eyes and simply enjoying the feel of her next to me.

She threads her hands through my hair, massaging shampoo into my scalp. Her touch is firm yet gentle, thoroughly cleaning my hair. A sigh of pleasure escapes me, my skin tingling as she trails her fingers down my face before she cups my cheek.

"We'll get through everything," she says. "Together. We're a team, remember?" She smiles at me and I feel my own lips twitch in response. I take her hand, kissing her open palm.

"Yes. We're a team, hell girl," I agree, rising to my feet. We stand for a moment under the strong jet of water, letting it rinse over our skin, before I carry her out, wrapping her in blankets and drying her.

I don't wait for her to say anything as I take her to my room, fully intent on showing her just how much she means to me.

The goddess of my heart.

She doesn't question where we're going, or what I'm doing as I lay her on my bed, stepping away to watch her in all her glory, Spread out on the bed, she's temptation personified, the epitome of warmth on a cold winter night.

Because she's the only thing that's made my frozen heart thaw, the ice slowly melting, the beats speeding up. And just like that, it beats only for her.

"What are you doing?" she asks, almost shyly as she sees me open one drawer, taking out a bottle of body oil.

Since I'd shopped for about everything a woman might require, I'm fully stocked to meet her every desire.

"Spoiling you." I smirk at her as I lower myself onto the mattress, my hand slowly brushing up her thigh. "I want to take care of you," I continue, my hand moving higher until it reaches the curve of her ass.

She purrs softly, turning on her stomach and pushing her ass in the air. Not unlike the first time I saw her, I find myself enthralled by her sinuous curves.

I trace the contour of her cheeks with my fingers, enjoying the way goosebumps appear all over her skin.

A faint shiver makes its way down her spine, a tiny mew escaping her lips as she closes her eyes, her entire body slack and relaxed as she lets me do whatever I want to her.

Not one to let an invitation go to waste, I'm quick to squirt some oil into my palms, laying them on her skin and spreading the moisture all around.

"That feels so good," she whimpers as I move higher, massaging the oil into her back.

Straddling her ass, my dick is resting between her ass cheeks as my hands move gently up her back, massaging her shoulders and her neck.

She doesn't realize, but there's an ever so slight thrust of her ass toward me, pushing my cock further into the valley of her ass, the action so innocent, yet so maddening I have the hardest time controlling myself.

I grit my teeth, continuing my ministrations and trying to ignore the way my cock seems to beg for mercy, the bastard twitching in search of her hole.

This is about her!

I repeat that in my head, trying to find some equilibrium. But the truth is that the moment I have Sisi naked in my bed all bets are off.

"I should ask you for a massage every day from now on," she says, "you're quite good at it."

"You'd be tempting fate, hell girl," I drawl, the thought of having her naked and under me every day without being able to do anything a pure torture. But if my girl wants a massage, then I can only indulge her.

She raises her head, looking back at me, her eyes dipping to my painfully hard cock. Her mouth opens on a small O, her eyes widening slightly. Immediately, her lips twitch up, and a mischievous smile appears on her face.

She scrambles back, disentangling her body from mine.

I look at her questioningly. The oil covering her skin glints in the light, making her look ethereal like a fairy, the glossiness of her skin only increasing her appeal and making my blood thump faster, all of it pooling lower, and making my arousal incredibly painful.

On all fours, she moves toward me, a sensuous glide of her limbs that stops my breath. Especially when she licks her lips, looking at me from beneath her lashes and tempting me to perdition.

Fucking Hades!

If I thought that I was gone before, then now I'm simply obliterated. The sight of her plump rosy mouth as she skims her teeth over the surface of her lower lip, nibbling so slightly, makes me physically ache.

It takes Herculean strength for me to stay still and not do something I might regret–like pin her to the bed and find my relief in her sweet little body.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath, her hand on my cock as her tongue peeks out to lick the head. "Sisi," I groan, the wetness of her mouth too enticing for me to keep still.

My fist wrapped in her hair, I urge her forward as she opens her mouth to take more of me in. Her tongue caresses the underside, and my breath quickens as she tightens her grip, sucking me deep into her mouth.

She licks the entire length before placing a kiss on the head.

Moving up my body, she twines her arms around my neck, her eyes on mine as she says the words that make my heart stop in my chest.

"Please make love to me," she whispers.

My eyes widen at her request and I search her face for any clue that it's what she really wants. There's a small trace of apprehension as she continues biting her lip, her gaze a mix of fear and desire.

"You don't have to, Sisi. Certainly not to please me," I tell her, even though my balls draw up in protest.

"I want to." She nuzzles my cheek. "I want you . I want to feel as close to you as I can," she continues, her hands splayed over my back.

"Sisi…" I growl. She doesn't have to tell me twice. I shift her on her back, her legs open on either side of my body, her sweet pussy calling to me.

My hands circle her waist as I bring my mouth to her skin, skimming the underside of her breast before taking a nipple in my mouth. I feast on her tits like a starved man. Holding her in my arms for so long yet not daring to do anything other than hug her had been agonizing.

Now that she's finally given me the green light, I aim to worship her like the goddess she is.

Her legs are restless as she's trying to push me up her body, her hands reaching for my cock. One look at her and I can see the frustration in her features, the way she's breathing hard as if she could die if I don't get inside her the very next second.

"Not yet, my little sinner," I tell her, my tongue tracing the scar on the swell of her breast before moving to the small mark I'd left around her nipple, kissing it lightly.

"You need to be ready to take me," I say as I move lower, sliding my tongue over her stomach before opening my lips and sucking on her skin, blood pooling to the surface and marking her as mine.

I continue to take my time kissing her entire torso and leaving small love bites everywhere, pride swelling in my chest as I see her covered in my marks.