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I stood under the shower and allowed the water to pummel my body. My hands on the wall curled, my nails dragging on the wall.
I kept seeing Isaac, his eyes, and the sinister smile he was sporting. It was so unnerving I couldn't breathe. I tried to focus on anything other than him, but his smile broke through to the forefront of my mind each time. How long was he following me today? Had he followed me from the supermarket or from the restaurant?
Thinking further, he could have threatened to attack people if I didn't go with him. He wouldn't have had to abduct me because I'd be forced to go with him willingly. However, he did nothing. Why?
Was it my fear he wanted to see?
Combing the wet strands of my hair back, I turned off the shower and stepped out. Wiping the steam from the mirror, I thought of Dorian and focused on only him.
It felt good to tell him I'd forgiven him, like a weight being lifted, but unfortunately, it didn't leave me free. With everything happening with Isaac, although Dorian and I were spending a lot of time together, we didn't talk about our relationship, past, or future. Not once did Dorian say anything regarding us, and at first, I was thankful while trying to process the situation I'd landed in, but then it started bothering me.
Although I told him we'd be staying away from sex, I missed his touch, and right now, I needed it. I wanted to forget today.
I thought of my first night here last week, during the storm, and what transpired between us. I closed my eyes, revisiting everything that happened, and this time, Isaac's face was kept at bay.
The thought of being with anyone other than Dorian gave me chills. I didn't want anyone else, just him, and knowing that meant I could stop holding back and keeping this wall between us, right? Tomorrow, in a few days or weeks, Isaac might come for me, and who knew what would happen.
I'd become an undead, a vampire, and mated to someone else.
I wanted Dorian, only him.
The bathroom door opened, and I removed my fingers from my body to shield myself. So lost in thought, I hadn't realized I was touching myself, consumed by my thoughts of Dorian, but instead of telling him to get out, I couldn't look away.
His eyes had a hunger, and it was exactly what I wanted. My hands covering my breasts fell away, and I stepped forward.
“Marian,” Dorian said low, a warning in his voice, and I stopped.
I shook my head. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman tonight.”
He didn’t look at my body. He held my stare, and I took another step forward and then another. I held his cheek when I was inches from him, completely bare.
“I want to do as you wanted, to not rush things,” he said. “But I can’t have mere tastes of you, Marian. I can't do it. I want you, all of you, physically and otherwise."
"Then I'm yours," I said. "Over the years, I felt so many different emotions whenever I thought of you. I don't want that anymore. The past is the past now, and I'm trying to move forward. Weneedto move forward because the future isn’t a guarantee.”
“Hey,” he cupped my cheeks, his hands swallowing my face. "Don't talk like that. Don't talk like you have limited time, don't. Nothing will happen to you, Marian, not on my watch, I promise."
I felt the tears coming. “I’m scared.”
He kissed my forehead and hugged me. "I know. I've got you. I've always got you, and I always will. He won't touch you. I promise he won't."
He kissed my shoulder. “No one touches the people I love.”
I leaned back, that word, that singular four-letter word sounding a little too beautiful on his lips.
“I taught myself to hold back,” I admitted with a sad smile. “It’s all I know now, to hide my emotions from men and never get too invested, but I want to try. I want you, Dorian, I miss us, but I also don't."
I tried to step away, but he held me.
“I know,” he held my shoulders. “I don’t want us to be like we were. I want us to be better. Thingswillbe different, Marian. It will if we both want it to be, and I want it to be. I want you, nothing but you."
We kissed each other at the same time.
I fell into him, holding him as tight as I could, and his hand racked up and down my body. He backed me up until my back was to the sink, and I broke our kiss to fall to my knees before him. He removed his shirt while I undid his pants; a few minutes later, he was as naked as I was.
I held his member, kissed him, tasted him, and devoured him as I pleased.
