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I slip my hand under his jacket, grab his shirt, and ride them. “Daddy,” I sigh.
“You don’t understand what I am willing to do to make you happy,” he whispers in my ear.
“Tell me,” I say.
“I will kill, feed you in a building full of people, give you orgasms whenever you want,” he says. He slides another finger inside. “Be social for the first time ever, open my home to visitors anytime you want, worship at your feet.” He bites my ear playfully.
“I like all of that,” I pant.
“You can add to the list whenever you want.” He curls his fingers, dragging them.
“Yes, Sebastian,” I gasp. “Just like that.”
My other hand holds on to his wrist. Just the thought of getting caught makes me wetter. It’s dark back here, but my new sight makes it seem less so. Someone walking to the bathroom would have to strain to see us. Bash’s jacket is bright even in the dark, though.
“You wouldn’t mind getting caught,” he says, reading my mind again. “I like the thought, but if any man saw anything but my hand up your skirt, I would kill them.”
Why does that turn me on more?
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bash
My cock wants to come out and play. My sweet mate is gasping and thrusting on my hand in the dark corner. I didn’t lie; if anyone saw anything other than my hand up her skirt, they would be dead. The idea of public places is arousing. My possessive nature will only let it go so far.
I wanted to push Marie to be around people. I know how strong she is, and I want her to know it, too. I would never let her get out of control and make decisions that she will regret, but I’m also not going to treat her with kid gloves. I want to help her soar.
It’s not a hardship to take her mind off the subject of Sammy. She’s not ready to talk about it yet, and I respect that. Distracting her is nothing but pleasure. She’s wet and hot on my fingers. Her tight little pussy gripping me makes it difficult to control my desire. I’m hard and ready to be inside her again.
“Are you ready to come?” I ask. I curl my fingers, rubbing her G-spot. I love hearing her, smelling her.
“Yes, Sebastian,” she cries.
She is the only person alive who calls me that. My mother called me that, and ever since, I have demanded everyone call me Bash. “Get there, baby. I need you to get there.” She is driving me crazy.
“Sebastian,” she whimpers.
Her pussy tightens, pulling my fingers deeper. I kiss her, cutting off her scream of satisfaction. Slowing my hand, I mimic the rhythm with my tongue, bringing her down gently. When she stops moving, I pull my fingers out and lick them. Her eyes flare.
“Good?” I ask.
“There’s not a word for what I am.”
“You’re amazing,” I say softly, cupping her face and stepping in front of her. “I like seeing the white on your eye.”
“Me too,” she says just as softly.
We stare at each other, the gravity of what we are sinking in. If she left me, I wouldn’t survive. I depend on her. I haven’t been dependent on anyone for a long time. I want to ask her about her experience with Sammy, but judging by her reaction to his name, now is not the time. I want to protect her from everything that scares her, but at the same time, encourage her to face her fears. I want her to see what everyone else sees.
“Ready to go back?” I say, kissing her gently.
“Yeah, I think I need a drink or ten.”
“It will have to be ten. Vampires have to drink more to get a buzz. Our metabolism is fast.” I lace our fingers together and lead her.
“That’s going to be a fun experience,” she says, excited.
“Are you up for the task?”
