Dark Passions at Death's Door

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Byron's pained groan sorely pissed her off.

Nїx almost shrieked at him. Then she whipped round and stalked into the shower.

Gods, he made her so frustrated and mad. She wasn't sure which was worse, being maddened by visions or being maddened by him!

Scratch that! She'd take the foresight over this desire leaking out and not getting quenched. She hung the silk robe on the glass wall's hanger, then put her cleansers on a rack next to the bench.

Her fist cracked on the bench. It didn't budge. Mystically reinforced. Gods, DAMMIT!!!

She rubbed off the soreness. The shattered knuckle bones reknit instantly, but it was enough to help her get her frustration out. Nїx thrust herself under the rain-shower, moaning a whimper.

Sooo good. So much better if he were under here with me... damn it, reaper.

Then she stepped back, grabbing up the shampoo. She began running her fingers through her scalp, letting the shampoo lather in her hair. After, she took her time rubbing the body wash over her.

Dunking herself under the faux rain made her almost scream when the suds went between her legs. Distant thunder sounded. She wanted him there!

Nїx whimpered, running her hands over herself, squeezing her breasts like she wanted him to. She could take care of herself with barely a few touches, she was so wired up. A heavy moan lifted out of her, frustration leaking out with the moisture between her legs.

Stupid sexy male! She stomped her foot. Idiot, I know, I know you want me, just TAKE me, already!

The thought left her dumbstruck. She knew without knowing with this male...? There was a powerful waterjet head on the adjacent wall. She flung it on fiercely, letting the liquid gush out in a hard spout.

She leaned into it, feeling it punch over her sensitive skin. Nїx allowed the water spray to cleanse every inch of her body. Then she ducked her head, licking her lips of moisture.

Nїx splayed out her claws, and thought silently, Him? Has it always been him?

Her claws curled hard. Yes. Her voice lilted a whining bellow, "I knew it. I KNEW IT! Fuck me!!!"

A pained groan from the doorway made her twist around. Her heart thudded. Peeping reaper.

MY peeping reaper.

Nїx cried out, "Byron!"

She heard him suck in a hard breath. She stiffened, sensed him tensing to leave. Oh, that male was not going to run away this time, or so help her...

"BYRON DEKKER! Get your fucking ass in here!!!"

Nїx gave off her primal shriek, rattling the glass.

A primal roar bellowed, the glass – and her body – shivering. Byron swooped in. The sliding door crashed open hard enough to rattle. Her reaper's jade green eyes were blazing infernos.

"Phenїx, so help me God!" He was shouting, finger raised. "If you shriek at me one more-"

Nїx leapt on him.

He grabbed her, stunned. She planted her lips on his and their mouths slanted together, devouring each other. She slid her tongue up against his lips, stroking. A guttural groan burst from Byron's chest.