Chapter Ten

Bram pulled her up into his arms, forcing her to put her legs around his waist. The position left his throbbing cock pressed against the little thongs that barely covered her. He could slip in right now and finish, but as his lips lowered to her neck, the perfume smell was too much. Pulling back, he slid the door to the shower open, stepping in until her back was against the decorative tiles. Using his foot, he slid the door closed again. His lips consumed her again, his tongue diving in and out of her mouth. She tasted like sweet red wine.

Slowly, Bram let her slide down his body, the outside of her panties running along his naked cock felt too good. He would have to be careful. He’d waited too long between feedings. He was having a hard time keeping himself calm.

As her toes hit the wet floor he stepped away from her, asking, “Would you like to wash me?” His eyes sparkled at her. Taking it slow would help increase both their pleasure.

“I would love to.” Her hands slid over his naked body. “I knew you would look like a Greek god. The package is even better than I could have imagined. Touching you, feeling those firm, hard muscles under my fingers—” Bram placed a finger to her lips and she laughed, “You never were a man of many words.” Reaching over, she grabbed a body was from one of the many indented shelves placed around the shower. It was big enough that they could lay on the floor and stretch completely out and never touch a wall. Shower jets were everywhere too. It was like standing in a rain shower. Walking to where a little bench was, he pulled her along.

Pouring a small amount of soap into her palm, she lathered it up, taking a sniff. “Mmm, this is what makes you smell so delicious.” She smiled, rubbing his shoulders and arms. She took her time, kneading his muscles as she went. When she got to his chest, she played with his nipples. Running her hands down to his belly button.

Grabbing her hand, he stopped her. “I don’t like anyone touching me there. So, don’t.” His harsh tone caught her by surprise. Her hands moved away, working on his hips. He grabbed another soap, he was a fan of orchid, so it was what he had on hand for just this occasion. Mimicking her movements, he followed suit. Rubbing her arms and shoulders as she paused. Playing with her breasts. Rinsing his fingers he slid them inside her wet pussy. The sudden onslaught made her cry out. “Turn around.”

Grabbing her hips, he settled her over him, placing his cock at her throbbing entrance. “Oh, yes! I want you inside me so badly!” He pulled her down with suck force, she cried out. “It’s almost too much!” He lifted her and slammed himself balls deep over and over, reveling in the way it made his rod quiver. Grabbing her neck, he forced her to arch her back so that she could ride him and he could kiss her neck. At first trailing sweet kisses over the tender flesh. “Oh, fuck me hard. Make me feel good!” She wiggled on him, pulling him out a little then pushing him in as far as she could.

One hand remained on her neck as the other found her clit. Rubbing and pinching it softly under she moaned in ecstasy. Her hands were tangled in his hair, keeping herself in the position. His gentle kisses become rough as she bounced, driving him in over and over again, straining her pussy against his fingers. Soon, he was nipping at her flesh, crazed with desire, he entered her again. She cried out, her hands falling to grab at his as she moved in a frenzy. Their wet bodies slapping together.

She cried out. Her body going stiff as she was racked with an orgasm. Her body tried to pitch forward, but he held her tight against him. Using his own strength, to lift her so that he could slam himself in. She was still moaning and orgasming as he buried himself one last time, finally finding his release and satiating the most base desire. Her moans slowly quieted, and her body started to relax against him. “God… I think I’m going to pass out.” Her words were weak, as Bram continued to suckle on her flesh.

Laying her down, he stepped back under the mainstream of water to wash himself up. When he was finished, he toweled off, locking the bathroom behind him. The last thing he wanted to happen was for Devon to wake in the middle of the night to see that. Bram drew a hand through his hair. The pads of his feet were silent on the hardwood floors as he went back to where he’d dropped his coat earlier. Searching for his phone.

Once it was in hand, he started back toward his room. He ordered a clean up from his specialists, and let Tyler know he would have to stay home and look for a new nanny before he was able to get back into work. Tyler would know what to do to make sure everything was covered. Bram sighed. He was stretching himself too thin. He heard a door click open behind him and the pad of small feet on the hall runner carpet.

“Dad? I had a nightmare.” The little boy had a t-rex dinosaur named, Rex, tucked up under his right arm. The other was rubbing at his puffy little eyes. It looked like he had been crying.

“I’m sorry, buddy.” Bram turned around, pulling the child into his arms. “There’s nothing that can hurt you here, kiddo. I promise.” Bram’s chest glowed with pride and joy as the child wrapped his arms around his neck. No one in the world ever made him feel like he was a safe haven; that just wasn’t in the cards for the likes of them. But this child did. This last year was the first time Bram could remember in his centuries of living, ever being so happy.

“It was the scary man who chased me. The one who took me from the orphanage. I had a dream he came after us. He was mad that you killed him.” As the boy nestled into the crook of Bram’s shoulder, his eyes started to droop. Smiling down at him, the vampire knew his son would fall asleep quickly once laid in his father’s bed.

Pulling the deep red sheets back, he laid the child on the opposite side of the bed before crawling under the light sheets next to him. A moment later, the child’s body was curled around him arm, drooling on him. Shaking his head, Bram chuckled. Letting himself fall into his own demented version of sleep where those he had killed would come to terrorize him as well.