Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I’ve just gotten the hunger back under control, but I immediately go hard again.
She’s touching herself in the shower.
I remember the first time it happened. It was the second night I stayed here after she first showed me this lab. I can’t remember all we said that night. She’d just gotten back from doing something Vlad had sent her to do, and she seemed upset. Then she disappeared into her room, and ten minutes later, a scent wafted out with the shower steam from underneath her door…
The scent was so primal. So her. Every time it latched on to the monster in my belly, it made me want to tear the door down and mate her. I never would have, of course.
Smelling Phoenix’s scent then and now, though… I can’t focus on the computer screen.
That first time, I barely knew what was going on. My cock hadn’t been hard in… well, hundreds of years at that point. And suddenly, there I was, stiffening in my pants.
That night, I undid the buttons of my pants and pulled out my member, staring down in confusion at the foreign, long-forgotten hunger of my flesh even as my hand clenched around it. I’d relieved myself before occasionally, but it never felt like it did as I grabbed hold of myself and inhaled her scent.
Unwittingly, I do the same thing now as her scent comes to me, and I relive that first time my fingers closed around my cock. The hungry monster in my belly leaps in excitement.
Is she thinking about what happened in the alley? Or does she just need another release?
I never knew why she did it or what she thought about during. Maybe it was just a habit she had every time she showered, from long before she knew me?
I just know my mind floods with her as my fingers clench tighter on my cock as it swells. I pull upward and roll my hand around the tip. She was so fucking beautiful tonight as she gave herself to me. I always suspected sex with her would be amazing, but it turns out I never could have even imagined—
My spine goes tight, and my balls clench, my ass lifting off the seat. I grit my teeth. No, I don’t want to lose it yet. This greedy space of voracious pleasure before release, lost in the fantasy space of reliving what we did in the alley while her scent is in the air— I want to live here as long as fucking possible.
So I drag my hand back down to my balls and try to remember what it felt like to be inside her. Yes, I was out of my mind with lust, taking her like that in the alley, which I assume was Ammit’s doing. But it was only giving into the fantasies I’d played out a thousand times in my head. It was just the restraint of my disciplined brain that snapped. Was it the same for Phoenix?
Is she having one of those fantasies right now in that shower across the hall?
I imagine her imagining me.
I think about her, wishing I would stomp into her room and shove open her shower door. I imagine her begging me to come inside.
Like she begged me in the alley.
Fuck me. And when I push inside her. Fuck me harder.
I’d push her against the wall but wouldn’t give her what she wanted. I’d take it slow. I drag my hand down my cock with excruciating slowness. I’d make her beg me for it. I’d tease her clit with my thumb while I entered her slowly. Torturously slowly. Then I’d drag her ass-cheeks apart to open her all the way to me, and she’d lift her leg around my hip.
Please. Please, Layden. Make me yours. You’re all I’ve ever wanted in this fucking world.
Then she’d run out of patience, reach down for my cock, and drag me inside her, squeezing my balls for good measure for making her wait.
I squeeze them, imagining her hands on me and groan. Distantly, and only because of my enhanced hearing, I hear the faintest of cries.
In the shower, she’s coming.
I jack myself harder, needing this moment of togetherness with her. Even if she’ll never know about it. Even if it’s twisted. My hand is nothing like her pussy or her mouth, but it’s a small meal for a starving man.
I close my eyes and try to remember the feeling of her mouth on me when she was at my feet earlier, begging for my cum. Finally, finally abandoning herself to me in every way.
Desperately, I grab a napkin from a box on the desk beside the computer and roughly jack myself into it as one last burst of her scent perfumes the air.
Fuck.
I’m breathing hard as I crumble the napkin and toss it in the bin underneath the desk.