He drags it down painfully slowly as his tail retracts from my leg. The skirt drops to the floor, leaving me in just my sweater and polka dot stockings. His hands rise to my waist, sliding under my shirt and the urge to bat him away rises in me.
I keep my hands stuck to the door, and bash that feeling in the dick.
He’s held all of me.
He’s touched all of me.
Hewantsall of me.
Just as I am.
His claws retract as he loops his fingers in the band of my stockings.
“Wouldn’t want to rip these delicate little things,” he says, his voice a guttural groan. His eyes stay locked on my face as he drags the material down, judging my reaction and asking for more input. He wants to know how to seduce me.
“Maybe next time I’ll wear something you can rip off me,” I say, my stomach fluttery and excited.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, then slides back over his fang. “I would relish the opportunity.”
My knees are trembling as he lifts one foot, then the other, freeing me of the stockings. He grabs my panties and does the same. I’ve been naked around him before but not like this, not so exposed. The last time, I scurried behind the shower curtain as soon as he’d stopped coming, but now, he sees me.
He caresses my thighs as he stands, moving his palms under my sweater as he goes. His hard cock drags up the inside of my thigh, then rests at my belly. He pushes his hands up the sides of my breasts and then stops when he reaches my chest.
“Your arms are at the wrong angle to accomplish my goal.”
I throw my hands up in the air and he chuckles, then pushes my sweater over my head. I’m temporarily blinded by the material andfear attempts to break into the moment. I don’t let it. I don’t need to see his reaction to know his face is full of desire and reverence.
He wants me.
When the sweater is free, he tosses it into the pile of clothes in the corner. He touches my neck, tracing the line of my bra strap. I’m not sure when the last time he had sex was, but given his intrigued, yet puzzled, expression, he’s not encountered one of these.
I tuck my arms behind my back and undo the five hooks that hold the bra together. It pops forward when released, making me let out a little huff. He pushes the straps off my shoulders in a sensual drag that draws a shiver over my skin.
The last article of my clothing falls to the floor and Bastian takes a step back. His clouded gaze is clearer than ever as he takes in every bit of me. His knuckles turn white as he bites his lip. Then he murmurs something I don’t understand and his cock flexes, drawing my attention down to it. The memory of every ridge and vein of that cock on my tongue has me squeezing my thighs together.
“Hands only?” he confirms.
My mouth is so dry I can’t speak, but I nod. No matter how willing my hormonal body might be, I know emotionally I’m not ready for more.
He grunts, jerking his head toward the tub. “In.”
I step into the deep, clawfoot tub and hiss at the heat of the water. It’s so close to intolerable I want to step out, but I know I’ll adjust in time.
When I put my other foot in, I see Bastian’s leg follow. I glance over my shoulder but he’s paying me no mind, getting himselfsituated in the bath. I look around at the available space and start to panic. We won’t fit. This won’t work.
He settles down, his legs open and arms wrapped around the edges of the bath, then looks at me.
“Sit,” he commands.
I shake my head. “There’s not enough space.”
He lunges forward, splashing water around my legs as he grabs my hips. I yelp, my heels slipping. I go down with a loud splash, closing my eyes on instinct. Somehow, I fit a lot better than I thought I was going to.
The water sloshes back and forth, and I crack an eye open. The tub is somehow three times as large as it was when standing above it. It’s hot tub sized now, and the bathroom above us is gone. No longer the off-colored plaster and wood baseboards, but something akin to an ancient temple bathed in dark shadows.
Bastian pulls me against his lap, wrapping one arm over my chest as the other holds tight to my hip.
“You see, there’s space,” he whispers against my cheek.
