“I’d rather show you something else.” Holding her tight, he blurred her up to the master suite. “Time to wash up, dirty girl.”
Wordlessly, Charley stripped off her clothes, and together they stepped into the shower, steam filling Charley’s lungs, the feel of the hot water on her skin instantly relaxing her. Dorian slipped his hands behind her neck and kissed her, and all the stress of the day’s packing vanished, swirling right down the drain.
Charley was in absolute heaven.
“If I could start and end every day like this…” She trailed off into another happy sigh, her fingers trailing lightly over Dorian’s perfectly sculpted abs.
Dorian slid has hands down to cup her ass. “Let me speak to the owner, see if we can work out some sort of deal. I have to warn you, though. It’s probably going to cost you. Alot.”
“Is that so, Mr. Redthorne?” Charley wrapped her hand around his cock, already hot and hard for her. He groaned at her touch, and she stroked him, slowly increasing the pressure, knowing just how he liked it.
Dorian leaned his head back and moaned, exposing the corded muscles of his neck and shoulders. Charley pressed a trail of hot, wet kisses across his chest, then down his abs, following the line of dark hair that led to his cock. She sat down on the shower bench, settling herself between his legs.
“I bet we can come to an arrangement,” she teased, urging him closer. As hot water streamed over their bodies, rivulets running down between her breasts and thighs, Charley parted her lips and took him deep into her mouth.
God,she’d never tire of the taste of him, the perfect fit of her lips around his smooth cock, the way he instantly fell under her spell as she stroked and sucked.
It was the same for her too. Whenever Dorian took control, whenever he touched her, kissed her, she washis. Completely. And shehadbeen his, right from that very first kiss at the auction, giving herself over to him beneath a painting of a ship tossed about on a stormy sea.
“Bloody hell, woman. You’re not playing fair.” Dorian threaded his hands into her hair and guided himself deeper into her mouth, pumping harder and faster. She took him in—all of him—losing herself in his pleasure as he hit the back of her throat, the ache between her thighs growing unbearable. She slid forward on the bench and trailed a hand down her belly, her fingers dipping between her thighs, stroking her clit.
The sight of her touching herself made Dorian’s cock thicken, and the slide of his hot, wet flesh against her tongue turned her on to no end. She stroked herself faster, harder.
Sex with Dorian had always been so hot, so effortless, even when they were strangers—even when she was still human. There had never been any shame or self-consciousness between them, whether they were exploring each other’s bodies and boundaries or exploring their own. But things were different now. It wasn’t just that they were both vampires, although that definitely made things hotter. It was that they knew each other so well—that they loved each other, deeply and madly. The sex had taken on a new intensity, a feeling that Charley could scarcely put into words.
She didn’t have to.
She moaned against his flesh, sucking him harder, and when she looked up and met his eyes, she knew he was a goner.
“Charlotte!” He growled like an animal and gripped the back of her head, exploding in a hot torrent, his body shuddering with the pleasure of his release. She swallowed it down, moaning again as the wave of her own pleasure built between her thighs. Dorian slid out of her mouth, and she closed her eyes, circling her clit, bringing herself closer to the edge…
“No,” Dorian said. “Not yet.” He grabbed her wrist to stop her, and when she opened her eyes, he was on his knees. He dug his fingers into the flesh around her hips and slid her forward on the bench, then he dipped his head low. “I’ve been dying for a taste of you all day.”
As the steam billowed between them, Dorian kissed her inner thigh, dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin, slowly making his way to her center. Her pussy ached for him, wet and needy as he traced her outer lips with his tongue, licking and sucking as his hands gripped her thighs, every kiss making her writhe in ecstasy.
She shoved her hands into his hair and pulled him closer, but Dorian was intent on teasing her, pulling away before she fell over the edge, diving back in before she lost her mind completely. He was an expert at this game, one she both hated and loved, building up the pressure inside her like a pot of water just short of boiling over.
But Dorian knew her body well; he sensed when she was about to lose control completely, and rewarded her for her patience by thrusting his tongue deep into her pussy, stroking her clit with his thumb until he brought her all the way there.
“Dorian, yes! Oh God, right there!” She gasped as her body clenched around his tongue, her legs trembling, her heart banging in her chest as the waves of pleasure slammed into her, again and again and again.
After a long moment, Dorian finally pulled away, rising up off of his knees and bringing her with him.
Charley didn’t have the strength to stand up on her own, but she didn’t need it. Dorian lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the shower wall as she wrapped her legs around him. He was hard again, ready for her, kissing her passionately as she slid down over his cock, his flesh filling her once again.
Dorian ran his thumb along her bottom lip, his eyes suddenly serious. He held her gaze for an eternity, water streaming down his face, dripping from his long lashes, pooling in the places where their bodies touched.
In his beautiful honey-brown eyes, she saw the soul of the vampire she loved, and knew she was right where she was supposed to be.
“I’m madly in love with you, my vampire queen,” he whispered.
She wrapped herself around him even more tightly, her heart full and happy as they found their perfect rhythm together, whispering each other’s names, kissing and touching until the sun went down and the seemingly infinite supply of hot water finally turned cold.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Dorian had tied the silk scarf expertly over Charlotte’s eyes, and now he placed his hands on her shoulders, carefully guiding her into the remodeled dining room.
It didn’t even look like the same room anymore, which was how he’d wanted it. No longer his fathers. No longer the room he most hated. But one he’d rebuilt, intending to fill it only with love. With family.
