“I will cook for you I promise, my darling,” he smiled and kissed her nose.
“Good.”
“But first allow me one more indulgence,” he asked before his hand reached between them and instantly found her sweet spot.
Katherine’s breath hitched and her teeth bit down on her bottom lip. He watched her squirm silently against him while his fingers strummed her.
“If you must,” she breathed as she opened her legs wider to give him better access.
“Oh, I must,” he replied and dipped his fingers into her hot channel. So tight and wet, she was already soaked for him. He couldn’t wait to take her. But the kitchen was not the place for that. He clamped down on his own desire and focused on making his fierce beauty come for him.
“Just think Katherine,” he husked low, “imagine how good it will feel when you are stretched tight over my cock while I fuck you.”
Her eyes lit up and he felt her insides begin to tremble against his fingers. She liked it when he talked dirty. Especially when he cursed. And in the past week, she had made him curse more often than he had in the last century.
“And I will fuck you, Katherine. Hard.”
His name echoed into the room on a hoarse cry as she came, and Lucian grinned.
Chapter Seventeen
Katherine
Katherine tiptoed out of the bedroom, leaving Lucian still sleeping. She expected him to wake considering how highly tuned his senses were compared to her own, yet as she glanced back over her shoulder he lay deadly still, his chest barely rising. He looked dangerous even in his sleep. His dark, handsome features called to her. She had already spent the best part of an hour watching him as he slept beside her, her fingers ghosting over his perfectly toned skin. Every part of him was enticing. Katherine wondered if it was just a vampire thing, and they were all like that or whether it was purely her reaction to Lucian the man.
Forcing her feet to move, she continued out of the room and went in search of some kind of caffeine. His kitchen had seemed pretty sparse last night but she remained hopeful that one of the cupboards would contain a can of instant coffee. She pulled his shirt around her shoulders once more and buttoned it as she lightly stepped down the stairs and into the huge open-plan living space. Sure her clothes were available, while he had refused to let her get dressed again last night, Lucian had insisted he hang her clothes next to his so that they wouldn’t become creased. But she figured, why put on her clothes when his were readily available. She liked the feel of them against her skin and as she breathed deeply she smiled at the scent that was uniquely Lucian that greeted her.
She skipped down the last step and sashayed over to the kitchen. Katherine had to admit, despite its extreme minimalism, she loved his apartment. It didn’t feel as cold and aloof as it had the previous evening. It was exactly the kind of place she would have dreamed of for herself one day if she had even been able to imagine such a place. Sure, she’d add a few more home comforts, maybe a houseplant or two, a couple of soft blankets for the leather couch, and maybe some splashes of colourful artwork on the sterile, white walls. But she already felt at home.
Even if there was no coffee to be had in the kitchen.
Katherine fetched herself a glass of water instead and paced over to the large tinted windows. The view of the city was just as impressive by day, although the mostly overcast sky wasn’t anything spectacular. The weak autumn sun was trying to pierce through the clouds but she could tell it wasn’t going to be a bright day. She wondered why Lucian had chosen an apartment with a wall of glass that would let in so much light during the day. She scanned the area around the huge windows, looking for whether there was some kind of shutter that she should activate to protect him from the sun's rays. She couldn’t believe that considering how thoughtful and careful he was about pretty much everything, that he had forgotten to close the blinds. Perhaps the glass was special somehow.
She shook her head in amused disbelief. There she was, stood in a luxury penthouse considering how to protect the owner from the sun, because he was, of course, a vampire. Vampires existed. Dragons existed. Goodness knows what else existed and yet she was seemingly fine about the whole thing. More than fine, if she was honest. Lucian had shown her worlds of pleasure that she hadn’t even known were possible. She had let him drink her blood.
She shook her head again. Truth be told, she hadn’t let him: she had suggested it. Demanded it, if she remembered their heated moment in the shower together correctly. Her cheeks flamed. Should she feel embarrassed about how she had behaved? She had spoken to a centuries-old vampire as if she owned him. A wicked grin lit up her face.
He didn’t seem to mind, so why should she?
It seemed like he had tried hard to resist biting her, although when pushed, it looked and felt like he was in pure heaven when he had eventually pierced her vein and suckled on her thigh. The memory made her shiver all over. It had felt incredibly good, she had felt powerful and desired and like she was the centre of his universe at that moment.
And yet, he hadn’t done it again since. They had indulged each other in countless bouts of foreplay long into the night and finally fallen asleep in each other's arms, exhausted and sated. But not once had he tried to bite her again. His fangs hadn’t popped out and
