“Yes,” she whispered against his lips, then closed the distance herself.
Kissing Lazerath was never with just his lips or tongue, but his entire body, like he hated losing contact even for the briefest moments. There was a thigh between her legs, hands holding and guiding her face to his, and something new but not unwelcome—a tail teasing its way around her hips.
One hand left her cheek, slapping at the wall behind her until he managed to turn on the shower, and then he was stripping his own shirt before tugging the hem of her sweater. The moment she lifted her arms, he was tearing it off her, taking a handful of her breast like before.
“Fuck, beautiful. I love these tits so much,” Laz groaned, playing with the weight.
Rosalind sighed, letting her head fall back as he kissed down her throat. “That feels so good.”
The sounds he made against her skin were already enough to have her panting, but the combination of his fingers and tongue had her so worked up, she thought she’d never make it into the shower with him.
But then he was slowing himself, grunting out his annoyance that he needed to be more patient. Rosedidn’t quite agree, but when he stepped back to remove his pants, she forgot all about her complaints.
The first night, she’d admired all of him, but he’d been spread on the bed and waiting for her. Now, Rose could see every inch of him—in height and tone. He had to be a foot taller than she was, strong with a little softness around his middle. And jutting proudly, the inhumanly large, tapered, and nubbed red cock.
Her fingers twitched at her sides, aching to explore now that her full attention was on him.
“Ah,” Laz teased, gesturing to her. “Clothes.”
Rosalind’s cheeks burned. “But?—”
“Beautiful, I promise.”
With a deep breath, she stripped her lower garments and set them aside. And though she believed him, truly, there was still something that made her want to hide the evidence. Keep her head ducked until she was clean and didn’t have anything stuck to her skin.
But the moment Rosalind straightened, a body was sweeping her up and carrying her into the shower.
“Laz!” she squealed at the sudden heat, a nervous laugh slipping from her as he set her to stand under the spray.
Water rained down on them, soaking her hair quickly and forcing her to blink the stream from her eyes. His black hair stuck to his forehead, smile tipping up on one side to reveal the point of a fang. But his hands were moving with awareness around the walls of the shower, and then hispalms came together in front of her as he worked the soap into a lather.
“May I?”
Rosalind nodded, letting her eyes drift closed as he rubbed his hands over her shoulders, under her hair, down each arm with a gentle massage.
A little moan left her throat as his thumb pressed into the muscle connecting her neck and shoulder.
“Turn.”
She obeyed, moving to face the tile as he stayed in that spot, slowly kneading the little knot. Then he was washing her, getting more soap and moving down her spine and around her front.
Rose arched as his hands returned to her breasts, lifting and rubbing and not so subtly teasing her nipples with each pass.
Resting his head on her shoulder, she knew he was looking down her front as he continued to torment her. But it seemed she was tormenting him as well, his erect cock nestling above her backside as he gently thrust against her.
Adjusting herself, she twisted one arm behind her so she could hold him closer, encourage him further. She splayed her hand over his ass, squeezing as a groan tumbled from his lips.
His mouth lingered at her cheek and ear, nipping gently before he whispered, “I need to finish cleaning you up first.”
It was with surprise that Rose realized… she’d forgotten. Forgotten that she was in here trying to avoid the mess between her legs and the cramping that had been plaguing her today.
Forgotten, because with Laz, it was that easy.
Still, her heart pounded in her chest as one hand dipped lower, fingers inching closer to her heat.
The moment they swiped through her, it was bliss. There was no fear, especially not when he rubbed over her clit and the rumbling sound Lazerath made at her back sounded oddly like a purr.
“Mm, I’m never going to get over the feel of you.”
