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...
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My heart pounds relentlessly in my chest as I guide Cleo through the house, toward the room we've been occupying since the explosion. She lets me pull her along, her gaze faraway as I navigate our admittedly larger than necessary home.
I can't keep my thoughts from wandering back toward witnessing Cleo finally end a painful chapter in her life. In our lives.
Admittedly, my cock was rock hard the entire time, and as I look down to check, I find nothing has changed. The way she tore through our enemies has me aching to reward her for her bravery.
But first, I need to take care of her.
My eyes stray to her once more. She's covered in blood, from damn near head to toe, and while I'm not opposed to fucking her senseless while she's in this state, I'm almost positive that she's completely checked out at the moment.
What she needs is a steaming hot shower.
Finally making it to the room we're temporarily staying in, I push the door open and head straight for the connected bathroom.
When I go to release Cleo's hand so I can get the shower ready, she tightens her grip, refusing to let go. I take the hint, keeping her fingers entangled with mine and use my free hand to turn the knob to the hottest setting. I face her again, willing her to see me as I slowly raise my hand to her face, brushing my knuckles softly across her cheek. Her eyes finally refocus, and she stares up at me silently, the bloodlust still potent in her gaze.
"I'm going to undress you," I tell her firmly, finally freeing my hand and slowly curling my fingers around the hem of her shirt, giving her time to protest.
She doesn't, and I lift the bloody article of clothing over her head, letting it fall to the white marble floor with a wet plop. I lower myself as I drag her sticky leggings down her thighs, and she uses my shoulder for support so she can step out of them.
Rising back to my full height, I quickly undress and guide her through the steamy bathroom over to the walk-in shower. Cleo's eyes fall shut and a breathy sigh escapes her once the scalding hot water touches her skin. I watch as her muscles visibly loosen, almost as if the weight of the last few months have finally fallen off of her shoulders.
A smile pulls at my lips, happy that she's finally found a semblance of peace after fighting so hard, for so long.
Ever since she was born, she's carried the burden of believing she'd been the reason her mother was dead, despite being told otherwise by her father. This whole time, she thought he was just trying to do what dads do; comfort their child. But what he was really doing, was letting her know that he didn't blame her because he knew the real reason her mother died without outright saying it.
I can understand that. The truth would have only hurt worse at the time.
For the last two months, I've watched the love of my life re-mourn the loss of her mother. This time she has closure, and she finally got her revenge on the man who'd been pulling the strings the entire time.
