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In the middle is a claw-foot bathtub.
Solon is in it, facing away from me, arms resting on the sides of the tub.
I stare at the back of his head for a moment, hesitating.
But that thirst inside me won’t let me be cautious.
I walk around the bathtub to face him.
He’s staring up at me, intensity glittering in his eyes, his pupils large and hypnotic.
He’s completely naked, and this isn’t a bubble bath. He’s on display.
It would be rude to look, but he’s already seen me naked plenty of times.
So I glance.
No, I gawk.
He’s magnificent.
All six-foot-two of him, every muscle hard and sculpted to perfection.
And he’s erect. Thick, long, perfect.
Yet another intimidating thing about him.
I expect him to have some dry remark about me staring at his cock for so long, but silence envelopes the bathroom, the kind of silence that already speaks volumes.
It’s the silence before the storm.
He sits up a little straighter, eyes still on me, and I take off my sweater, my bra, slip out of my jeans and underwear, throwing them to the side. Then I take off my necklace, tossing it on top of my clothes. I should feel self-conscious stripping in front of him like this, but I don’t.
My mind is too preoccupied to care.
He angles his head to the right, exposing his neck, highlighting the dark vein that flashes against his luminous skin.
My teeth lengthen in my mouth, the hunger taking over completely. I thought he was going to cut himself like he did for me last time, but I guess this time it’s different.
This time I have to bite him.
A current of fear runs through me, not sure if I’ll like what I’ll become when I do this. But the urge to feed is too strong, and now it’s so confused with my desire for him that I don’t know what way is up.
All I know is that he’s offering himself to me.
And I would only hurt myself if I didn’t take it.
I step in the bathtub carefully, his eyes raking over my naked body, leaving icy hot trails in their wake, then I lower myself in the water until I’m straddling him, my thighs on either side of his hips.
My gaze drifts up from the soft flesh of his neck over to his eyes, his expression both savage and wary. Almost like…he’s afraid of me.
I lick my lips, trying to restrain myself from devouring him like an animal, then reach back and grab his cock under the water, trying to position him under me, wanting the fullness of him inside.
He immediately reaches into the water and grabs me by the wrist, ripping it away, his eyes blazing.
“No,” he says gruffly. “I can’t.”
I frown. “You can’t?” I whisper, my voice raw with desire.
“You wouldn’t like what happens to me,” he growls, swallowing hard, grip still tight on my wrist. “You’re hungry for something else, Lenore. Take it.”
He moves his head an inch, drawing my attention back to his neck.
“Are you sure?” I ask, though the itch inside me is getting painful now. I can hear his blood, smell it, and it’s whipping my nerves up into a frenzy that I don’t think I’ll be able to control. “What if you don’t like what happens to me?”
“I’ll handle it,” he says firmly. “You need to feed. I don’t want you having anyone else’s blood but mine.” He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face down onto his neck. “Do it. Bite me.”
My lips are pushed against his skin, energy already flowing from him to me, and I quickly open my mouth, exposing my teeth before sinking them into his skin, biting down hard.
He lets out a ragged whimper from the pain, but I barely hear him, and I don’t even care. All I care about is the sweet blood that’s flowing from the wound, into my mouth, hitting my tongue with sparks, filling me up with life and energy and everything I need, down to my very soul.
Solon groans and I bite him even harder, my fangs sinking deeper into his flesh, my body writhing on top of his. He’s still hard as hell and suddenly I’m hit with the uncontrollable urge to fuck and feed at the same time.
But he keeps himself just out of reach, holding my head to his neck while I suck and bite, lick and drink. His other hand slides around my waist, holding me in place.
Eventually that hand glides up over my wet skin to my breasts, thumb brushing over my nipple that’s already pebble-hard, fingers pinching, shockwaves being sent through my body.
I moan into his neck, one need being satisfied while the other being teased.
I lift my head and look at him, our faces close.
He stares at my lips, at his blood all over my mouth, but it doesn’t scare him. The heat in his eyes burns even hotter, nostrils flaring, and I can tell he’s doing everything to hold himself back.
