The door closed with a soft click, and she debated locking it behind him. Not that a lock would stop any of the vampires in this house. It might deter Saiden from showing up in the middle of the night for another cuddle session, though.
She got up and strode across the room. Placing a hand on the door she pressed her ear to the frame, listening for any noises on the other side. When she felt confident that Saiden wasn’t still hanging around, she locked the door then headed into the bathroom to wash her face of all the grime from a day spent on the road.
Once she felt clean again, she shucked out of her clothing and pulled on a loose tank top. She should have packed pajama shorts, but her brain hadn’t even considered how long this little trip might take. She’d just have to settle for sleeping in her panties and hoping there were no midnight visitors.
Flinging herself into the middle of the massive bed like a child making snow angels, Cora relished the softness of the mattress. Shehadn’t slept in a bed this incredible since she moved out of her father’s place. If she was going to be stuck here, she could at least focus on the positives.
Crawling to the top of the bed, she snuggled under the covers and nestled back into the pillow.
It hit her the moment her face grazed the soft fabric, like someone just opened a doorway to heaven. She buried her nose in the pillow, taking another deep inhale to confirm her suspicion.
Yep. There was simply no denying the scent that coated every inch of the bed.
Leaping up, she crossed over to the nearest dresser, yanked open the top drawer, and stared down at the pile of familiar black boxer briefs.
That son of a bitch.
This wasn’t a guest bedroom. This was his room.
She slammed the drawer shut and plopped back on the bed. She was completely and utterly screwed. If she demanded another room after saying ‘anything with a bed was fine’, then he would want to know why. A question for which she had no believable lie.
Slipping back under the covers, she hoped maybe her senses would have adjusted to the smell and dismissed it, like when you visited the home of someone with pets.
No such luck. It was like someone bottled the essence of Saiden and soaked the entire bed in it. Every pillow she tried overwhelmed her with his scent. She still couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly what it was he smelled like, though. It was familiar, sweet, and extremely comforting. Yet at the same time, there was also an underlying scent of something wholly male and delightfully musky.
She couldn’t resist; she wrapped the blankets around herself as her thoughts drifted back to their kiss. To how he made her light up with desire.
The memory played out in high definition, plastered to the backs of her eyelids. It would be smarter to pull out her laptop to focus on anything else, but she didn’t want to be smart anymore.
Remembering what Saiden said about the soundproofing, she decided that just for a few minutes she could let herself indulge in the fantasy.
Slowly, her hand slid down the length of her body and beneath the lacy waistband of her panties. Seeking out the throbbing between her legs, Cora let her mind fill with images of Saiden.
He had just saved her from the assailant on the side of the road, only in her fantasy, he didn’t treat her like a fragile piece of glass afterward. Instead, he bent her over the hood of the McLaren and smacked her ass.
“I told you to lock the car, Cora,” Fantasy Saiden growled. “Bad girls get punished.”
“Saiden…” she moaned when strong hands yanked her leggings down, and thick fingers began to stroke between her legs, playing with her dripping pussy but never entering her. Teasing her, then backing off.
Night had fallen over the landscape of her mind, and not a single car passed by on the freeway. It was only her and Saiden and the pleasure he taunted her with yet refused to deliver on. Even in her fantasy, the man was aggravating.
Back in reality, her own fingers slid through her wet heat and circled her clit, matching Fantasy Saiden’s movements.
“Do you want to come, Cora?” he purred in her ear. “Do you want me to make you scream?”
“Yes,” she begged, rubbing her ass against the rigid length she knew could grant all her wishes.
A finger slipped inside her, and then a second one. She arched her back, encouraging him to move, but he held his hand still. The stretch was exquisite, yet nowhere near what she craved from him.
“Do you promise to be a good girl from now on and do what I say?” he asked, his breath tickling the nape of her neck.
“Yes,” she cried, willing to offer up anything if he would just fuck her instead of fuckingwithher. "I’ll be good. I promise."
With a deep, amused chuckle, Fantasy Saiden started thrusting his fingers in and out, while her own hand mimicked the speed in the real world. She drowned in his scent, and it was like she could feel him there with her. Right there. Driving her closer and closer to the euphoria she craved.
“In that case,” he murmured, his tongue swirling over the shell of her ear, “scream for me, Cora.” His thumb swiped roughly over her clit, and the pressure was the perfect amount to send her careening over the edge.
Inside Cora’s mind, she shouted Saiden’s name to the heavens in a declaration that felt like something had just been set free inside her. But in Saiden’s bedroom at the back of the compound, only a small whimper sounded when her orgasm exploded.
