He kept my legs pinned to the bed with his large hands, easily keeping me restrained with his vampire strength as I thrashed in his hold.
"One more time for me, baby," he urged as he slowed his tongue, now licking me at a leisurely pace. Every inch...
I'm so sorry for the wait! Life's been hectic as hell and my children are demanding little heathens.
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These last few weeks have done nothing but test my patience.
We haven't made any more traction in our hunt for the Mikealson brothers. Wanda and Vision had searched their ancestors' grimoires countless times for another way to locate them while Nat and her pack searched further out. Miles and miles past the point that their scent dissolved back in the center of the bayou.
Nothing.
They just simply... disappeared. Into thin air.
On top of that, Cleo's been off for the past week or so. She's irritable and it doesn't take much to set her off, when she's usually pretty levelheaded. When it comes to me at least. Her sex drive has tripled, which is astounding, considering we already fucked like rabbits to begin with. You can probably see how I've been filling my time lately. It's usually me that can't get enough of her, but this time, it's her that can't get enough of me.
Not that I'm complaining, I'll take anything and everything that she'll give me.
Just yesterday, she was throttling me for throwing my dirty clothes on the floor. Why, you ask? Because they were on the floor, no less than a foot away from the laundry basket. However, that wasn't the strange part... one minute she was glaring at me and scolding me for being such a 'man'- whatever that means- and the next, she was trying to climb me like a tree.
And Lord knows just how moody she can be if I don't give her what she wants.
So of course, I, being the courteous boyfriend that I am, fucked her right there against the wall that she was standing next to as she lectured me.
I'm getting whiplash just thinking of the rollercoaster of mood changes she's been taking me on.
Spoiled little brat is what she is.
"Baby," said spoiled brat singsongs, breaking me from my current train of thought. I snap my eyes to hers only to be met with a questioning look on her face.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I ask, shaking away my daze and taking a few steps closer to her. Her deep emerald eyes bounce from me to the stack of boxes that stand next to her, and she wiggles her brows suggestively.
Ah, I gotcha baby.
I chuckle softly and lift the entire stack of boxes at once, earning a perplexed look from the angel in response.
