Satisfaction curls inside me. Though I’m on my knees, it’s he who’s at my mercy.
The bathroom fills with the wet sounds of my mouth, the rasp of his breath, the soft squeak of his grip tightening on the counter. I glance up through my lashes and catch his expression—jaw tight, eyes molten, fighting the end even as his hips betray him with a subtle thrust.
I trace the ridges of his cock, learning all its eccentricities with my tongue. My fingers drift up his thighs until they meet hisballs and stroke them along the delicate folds of his tucked away wings.
“Aura—fuck—baby, I’m gonna…” he pants, voice cracking like he hates how fast he’s losing it. He tries to pull back, heroic to the bitter end.
But I growl, low and possessive, sucking harder as I grip his hips to anchor him in place, still stroking that folded wing with the other. Iwanteverything.
I break the seal with a pop. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m going to swallow every fucking drop.”
Orange ember flashes in his eyes, and a moment of fear goes through me. Is he going to heat up? The fear melts away as his eyes turn dark again. His knees buckle, but he grabs the counter in time. I return to my task, sucking and bobbing hard and fast.
His balls draw tight under my palm, and I hum low in my throat, sending the vibration up his shaft. One wing unfolds slightly so I rub the thin membrane between my fingers.
“Fuck—Aura—” he chokes, and then he’s gone.
He comes with a roar, hips jolting, one hand gripping my hair. I swallow greedily, every hot pulse of him, moaning around his length while his body trembles.
When I finally let him go, he’s panting, his skin flushed and gleaming with sweat.
“Feel taken care of now?” I ask, wiping my mouth with my wrist and flashing him a smug grin.
He stares down at me like he might drop to his knees and propose on the fucking bathroom tiles.
Instead, he hauls me to my feet and crashes his mouth against mine.
He lifts me easily and sets me on the edge of the sink, then turns on the shower, until steam curls around us.
He helps me remove my mostly destroyed dress. When I’m down to the glint of the jeweled chains still hanging in the hollows of my body, he plays with them at my hips.
“If I can touch you and you can feed from me, maybe...”
Then he rips the chains from my body, breaking them away. Jewels hit the tile floor with a rain-like tinkle.
I shiver from more than the chill.
Suddenly I feel free. The freedom I came here to chase. It’s here, it’s mine, and it’s almost too big to keep in my body.
We step under the spray together.
The water scalds at first, plastering my hair to my scalp, tracing rivulets over my curves. Talon soaps his hands and starts at my shoulders, working slow, firm circles down my spine, trying to learn my body with touch alone.
He reaches around to cup my breasts, running his palms over them, then drops to his knees as if praying, licking the water from my navel before scrubbing gently down my thighs.
His worship is frantic and hungry, yes, but threaded with a kind of awe. He’s not just cleaning me.
He’s claiming me.
I return the favor. Soap slicks his chest, his arms, the muscles of his abdomen. We’re careful to keep his bandage out of the water. I run my tongue over his lower abs just to taste the salt of his skin. He hisses and jerks, already half-hard again.
We don’t last long.
He fucks me against the tile, hot water pounding down as my palms slap the wall and my legs shake from the sheer intensity.
Later, we stumble to the bedroom, wrapped in half a towel and even less restraint.
He enters me again before we’re even fully dry, pushing me into the mattress with slow, deliberate thrusts. I'm sore, but I wouldn’t stop even if a vampire burst into the apartment.
