Bloodlust (The New Order 3)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15 

Candice

A warm bath was exactly what I needed. I couldn't get enough of this bathtub at all, and the fact that the water didn't run out because of the water heater attached to the bathroom wall was absolutely amazing. I was relishing in it for more than hour, just lying there while my body became fully clean and I became less tense.

Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped out of the room to grab myself a little to drink. While there were no places around this area to have fun and get out of my head, I still, always, could have fun in my own way. In this big, beautiful house.

No werewolves. No vampires. No one at all.

It was relieving, but at the same time, I still could feel myself yearning for it, for a kill. There was a desire deep within, and it wasn't leaving me alone. But maybe it didn't have to. I had control.

Things were going to be fine.

Just fine.

As soon as I opened the bottle and poured some whiskey into a glass, I heard the door open and shut closed.

Gideon had returned from wherever he was.

Taking a sip of the drink, I walked out of the kitchen and onto the corridor leading to the living room.

"You were out for quite long,"

He stepped into the living room, one step closer to me until his eyes met mine.

"I was starting to miss you." I whispered.

"You missed me?" He cocked a brow.

My gaze flickered over his features. His broad shoulders, the shape of his jaw and the crooked curve of his nose.

My feet led me forward until I stood right before him.

"I did,"

It had been days now, nearly a week since we came here. It hadn't been too eventful, except for one evening when we went to the shores and enjoyed a bonfire, just the both of us. But even during the rest of the days, he would leave every evening to either get things for me, or get food. Sometimes he would leave just to wander around, maybe meet some of his acquaintances that he knew of.

There was this man a couple of houses down, some old guy, who came occasionally with some food for us. Mostly baked bread, cake, and cookies. I liked them a lot, actually, but the amount he would bring each time was insane. So much I couldn't finish even.

"What did you get for me?" I asked, blinking and staring at the bags in his hands.

He set them over the table.

"A few clothes."

"Mhm," I went over to the bags and peered inside one of them. "I really needed that. What about the makeup stuff?"

"I don't really understand all that. Maybe you could come with me tomorrow and see what you want to get." He suggested while coming over to stand beside me.

I pulled out a dress out of the bag and held it out, staring at it. It was plain blue. It wasn't fancy, and it didn't have anything sparkly on it, nothing of that sort, but it looked lovely, short, and very comfortable to wear. There were a lot of pairs of pants, loose fits and shirts as well.

"These look good,"

"Do they?"

"Yes," I looked back at him. "Thank you."

He stood by the corner and smiled slightly, his eyes softening. "Though I still believe you'd look way better without all those clothes."

My lips parted, forming an o.

"You think so?"

Gideon didn't flinch, didn't blink or move even. His eyes were trained over me, lingering around my face and then over the parts where I had wrapped a white towel around me.

"Yes."

His gaze didn't falter.

"You seem pretty confident with that statement."

"I am."

"Should I take these off then?"

Gideon nodded.

I held onto the hem of the towel wrapped tightly against my chest.

Slowly, I unwrapped it.

I threw it over the couch behind and stood there, bare naked in front of him, for him to admire my figure, which he did. His eyes traveled all the way down to my legs and then up to my breasts.

"You're so beautiful,"

I took a step closer, testing the waters, "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes," He trailed the back of his hand along the edges of my arm, slowly, softly. "I do."

"Gideon..." I leaned closer and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Are you going to touch me now?"

"Do you want me to touch you?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"It's not obvious. I don't know—"

"Touch me." I grabbed both his wrists and led his hands on my waist. "Touch me everywhere. Everywhere you want to."

His fingers tightened on my waist, gripping it. The grasp was gentle, sweet almost. My toes curled against the marble floor below.

My mouth found his lips, pressing against it. Slowly, I parted his lips open and let my tongue invade his mouth while I pressed against him.

He groaned in response, pressing deeper, harder.

My heartbeat began beating faster. Harder and louder.

This was the most we have ever gone to. As far as touching each other went. Maybe even further.

My breathing hitched. One hand slipped lower, down my thigh while the other trailed upward and squeezed my breast gently.

"I want to mark you."

"What do you mean?" I pulled back and stared up at him.

"Mark you,"

I furrowed my brows at him, "I'm marked. Already."

"Not by me."

Oh.

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