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He lifts his face from his hand, his eyes peering between his long, black lashes. "Why don't you see for yourself." He gestures toward my bandaged leg.
Taking a deep breath, I rip the first Band-Aid off, wincing at the tug of hairs on my skin. Nothing's there. Like it never happened. No scratch or scar. Peeling back the other Band-Aid, I check and see the same thing—completely gone. The cuts were there. I felt them and saw them.
My chest heavily rises and falls as my breath quickens. "They're non-existent. Looks like your father didn't take away all your magic after all."
Crawling closer, he looks at my legs. "He only took enough to punish me. To make my life here difficult so I'd want to come home. I refuse to go back to living someone else's life."
Nodding, I prepare myself for what I'm about to do. If he didn't go too far last time, maybe he won’t this time either. This is a win-win for both of us, right? He gets his blood and I can use both feet without screaming every time I walk. Yeah, a win-win.
"Go ahead." My voice wavers. "Help me like you did yesterday."
His eyes round. "I don't think that's a good idea. What if I can't stop this time?"
"You will. You don't ever want to hurt me, remember? You're not a monster, Rory."
Eyes hooded and hands trembling, he closes in on me and gathers blood from my cuts. Parting his lips, he lifts his fingers to his mouth and swipes them clean with his tongue. He repeats the action two more times before lowering his face to the bottom of my foot. Ticklish and warm, his black, long, thick tongue laps at my skin as his mouth adds a little suction, soaking my skin with his saliva.
His eyes watch me the whole time, and I can't tear mine from him as arousal surges through me. As if answering my silent request, he bites at the closing cuts enough for them to bleed again and dives back in for more, shaking my whole world off its axis.
My cock jolts between my thighs and his caressing fingers are like flames licking at my skin. An unexpected moan escapes my lips and he licks me one more time before pressing a kiss to my already healing wounds. My head is woozy, heart racing so fast it crashes against my chest. What in the netherworld? How much blood did I lose?
Setting my foot down, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, the hunger in his eyes mostly dissolved.
No more pain. No more blood. My foot is healed faster than my leg was.
"Better?" he asks, searching for an answer in my eyes before I can give him one.
Nodding slowly, I look down at my foot again, flabbergasted at what my eyes are seeing. To ensure they aren't playing tricks on me, I touch my skin, and it's exactly as it was before I got in the water.
A cool breeze sweeps over me and I shiver, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around myself.
"Want to go back in the water?"
Staring down at my feet, I shake my head.
"Let's get you inside and in dry clothes then.” Oh crap, I forgot I was only wearing underwear. Looking up, I notice I'm still more dressed than him. Naked and dripping, he's yanking me into his arms and standing up while holding me. He sure likes carrying me everywhere. Too tired and cold to care, I hook my arms loosely around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder. Closing my eyes, I doze off and quickly wake up when he sets me on the bathroom floor, my back against the cabinets while my feet come in contact with the cold tile.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I need to get these off," he says, tugging on my underwear, keeping himself at eye level as if trying to preserve my dignity.
How can someone whose diet consists of blood be so considerate and caring?
Reaching around me, he opens the cabinet and grabs a towel. "Good to see some things have remained in the same place."
Unfolding the towel, he wraps it around me, only covering the top of me. "Wait here."
He leaves the bathroom and comes back with a stack of clothes. Maroon sweatpants and a shirt. The guy doesn't like underwear, does he? His large, thick cock swaying in front of my face reminds me he's still naked. Not only is he hung like a horse, he's also ribbed, with a massive curve in the center.
Squeezing my legs together, I grab the clothes from his hand and look everywhere but him. "Thanks," I say.
"Need help?"
"No. I got it, thanks."
"Okay, I'll go fix us some sandwiches while you dress."
"Are you going to prepare the food while naked?"
He exits the bathroom laughing instead of answering me. After I'm dry and have clothes on, I shiver my way to the kitchen. Coming to a halt, I place a hand over my face to keep from laughing at his new choice of wardrobe.
