Enzo slowly withdrew from me, the sensation making me gasp softly. He grasped my hand with long, elegant fingers, pulling me from the soft comforter. He led me across the hardwood floor into the bathroom. My thighs trembled and glistened with evidence of our passion, but the slight discomfortwas a badge of honor—physical proof I belonged completely to him.
He immediately turned on the shower and then kissed me as the water heated up. Steam filled the bathroom. He led me into the shower, the water pulsing down his back.
I put my hand on his chest. “Now it’s my turn to taste you.”
His eyes darkened to obsidian as I lowered myself to my knees, the cool shower tiles slick as river stones beneath me. I kissed the flushed tip of his flesh, tasting salt. He sucked in his breath—a ragged sound that made me hyperaware of my own heartbeat—and I savored the heady power of making his muscled thighs tremble. I ran my tongue along the velvet-smooth length of him, tracing every ridge and pulsing vein with deliberate slowness.
I circled back to the sensitive crown, then parted my lips to take him in, establishing a rhythm that made droplets of water from his chest splash against my upturned face. He wound his fingers through my soaked hair, guiding my movements with increasing urgency until tension snapped through him, his release accompanied by a guttural moan that echoed off the steamed glass.
I wiped my mouth as I stood. “You taste wonderful.”
He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "And you're mine." The shower gel glistened like liquid pearl as it pooled in his palm. He worked it between his hands until it foamed into a constellation of tiny bubbles, then drew his fingers across my collarbone in featherlight circles. Steam curled around us as he traced every inch of my skin, his touch washing away the ugliness and the horrors of the Elder Dimension, replacing memory with sensation until I felt clean again, whole again, human again.
“Oh, Enzo.” I moaned.
Every nerve ending in my body hummed, my skin flushed and hypersensitive to his touch. I ached for him to fill the emptiness he'd left behind. His eyes met mine, darkened with understanding, and he pressed forward, stretching me deliciously as he sank deep. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into the small of his back, urging him closer as we found our rhythm again—slow at first, then building to a desperate pace.
The pressure constricted tighter inside me until I shattered, waves of pleasure washing over me as he followed moments later, his body tensing against mine. We remained embraced, his forehead resting against mine, until the once-steaming shower turned to icy pinpricks against our cooling skin.
He kissed me, his lips lingering at the corner of my mouth, warm and soft against my skin. "Are you sure you want to go to dinner?"
I laughed, the sound brittle in the dim light of the room. "Do you really want to infuriate the Vampire Mafia King? He's not exactly known for his forgiving nature."
"We eat, and then return here,” he said, his jaw tightening as he stepped back, eyes hardening to flint. "I'm still not done with you."
I quivered with anticipation.
We disentangled from each other then exited the shower. In less than fifteen minutes, we were dressed.
I linked my arm through Enzo's as we left his room. My dark hair was still wet, falling in damp waves down my back, and I'd thrown on a simple black dress. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that we were together, heading downstairs side by side.
