That he’d deprive me of the only thing I wanted right now.
I’d never felt so damn good.
So damn free.
And as I let myself go, as I cried out my moans while stopping myself from yelling his name, my body went limp.
He gave one, two, three more thrusts before releasing my legs. His body shuddered as he filled me with his cum. He collapsed on top of me while drawing in deep breaths.
We lay there, panting, trying to gather ourselves.
He said nothing as he pushed back up. While he climbed away from me toward the edge of the bed, I raised myself. My body had never felt so weak.
He wiped the sweat from his face and tipped his head, staring at the floor.
That was when I noticed the specks of blood.
Enzo glanced over his shoulder, following my gaze. His eyes flared, and his lips curved into a knowing smirk.
Go figure. The man loves blood.
I was surprisedDraculawasn’t in that stack of books on his desk.
I rubbed my legs together, already feeling a sore ache, and whispered, “Can I go to the bathroom?”
He nodded, gesturing toward the door that he’d come through.
As I started climbing off the bed, he took myhand to help me.
My legs felt like they didn’t belong to me as I walked toward the bathroom, like I was the Little Mermaid who’d just received them.
I flipped on the light, shut the door, and peed. After washing my hands, I looked inside his shower and ran my fingers over his hygiene products.
I whipped around when he opened the door and stood in the doorway, now dressed in gray sweats but still shirtless.
“Do you, uh …” I started to ask. “Have a washcloth?”
He jerked his head toward a cabinet. “You need to shower?”
“No, I …” I rubbed my thighs together as my gaze fell there.
He nodded in understanding and joined me in the room. While it was a decent-sized bathroom, his presence made it feel so tight.
He grabbed a cloth from the cabinet and motioned for me to leave the bathroom. I reached for it in his hand, but he pulled it back.
He turned on the sink water, allowing it to run until it met his temperature satisfaction, and wet the cloth.
“On the bed,” he directed while following me out of the bathroom. “Sit on the edge.”
Goose bumps covered my body, and I pulled the shirt down to hide them.
He knelt in front of me, resting one hand on my thigh. “Take off the shirt.”
“Enzo—” I started.
“Take it off.”
I did slowly, and he took it from me.
