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I grip myself through my pants. Moisture is beading at my tip, and a steady stream of precum is leaking down the side of my swollen length. I can't remember the last time my balls felt this full or I was this turned on. I don't think I ever have been.
I consider doing the honorable thing and looking away, but God help me, I can't.
I watch the fall of her long golden hair over her back as she releases it from her bun. It ripples over her shoulders like the finest silk, and I already know it smells like flowers—just like everything about her. She's the most delicate little flower, all soft and pretty and utterly crushable.
I release my grip on my aching staff and hiss in a breath at the ache left behind. Fuck, if I keep staring at her, something's going to have to give. I'm either going to have to bite someone or come. It's that simple.
Murder or release.
Fuck it.
I pull myself from my pants with a curse and begin quickly jacking my swollen length.
God, how long has it been since I've jacked off like a horny teenager? I can't ever remember being this wound up.
I imagine how tight her virgin hole would be. How she would feel gripping me as I sink my fangs into the side of her neck. How sweet her blood would taste, if she would taste like the fucking flowers she smells like.
My eyes are still glued to Elena on the screen. She turns around, and I'm treated to the sight of her beautiful nipples. My god, they're like ripe little cherries, sitting daintily atop the gentle mounds of her breasts.
I'm not even ten pumps in before I'm spilling and making a mess all over my floor. I let out a roar as I thrust my hips into my hand, rutting air as I shoot ribbons of sticky release into the cold room instead of my angel's warm body.
I slump when I finally finish, my chest heaving up and down. I'm not sated at all, though. Instead, I just feel more frustrated than ever. Yeah, maybe it took the edge off, but I still have this burning hunger for her. A hunger that no amount of self-pleasuring will ever satiate.
I frown when I realize that I've once again lost control.
Everything about Elena keeps making me lose control. I've killed for her. Now I've masturbated for her.
My restraint flies out the window when it comes to her.
I watch as she walks into the bathroom and softly clicks the door closed behind her.
As tempted as I am to pull up the feed for that area, I refrain, determined to show some amount of control over myself.
Yeah, I made sure there were cameras in every room of her apartment so that if I ever need—or want—to look in any of them to locate her, I can.
I don’t know if I can survive watching her perfect body like this, though. I'm tempted to say damn it all to hell and materialize next to her right now, take her virginity once and for all and claim her for my own.
I'm this obsessed with her, and I still haven't seen her naked pussy. I have a feeling the sight of her perfect cunt would be my undoing. That would be the catalyst to snap the final thread of my self-control.
I stare at the closed bathroom door and vow to myself that I won't invade her privacy more than necessary. I won't look into her bathroom unless it's absolutely necessary to locate her in an emergency.
I am still a centuries-old vampire. And I am still a master of control.
I have to stop letting Elena get to me like this.
Eleven
Elena
"How doyou like the new apartment?" Stephan's voice asks me over the phone.
"It's amazing, but Stephan, I really can't afford something like—"
He cuts me off with, "The rent is already paid up for a year."
"But—" I begin.
He cuts me off again with, "Consider it a raise for a job well done."
