pecking him on the cheek. Truman’s smirk said everything his words didn’t, and then they were gone, and he had her to torture himself with again.
“You had a nightmare?” He spoke as he returned to her.
She looked at him a bit stunned as he joined her on the couch. “Yes. How did you know?”
“I can smell the influx of your adrenal hormones. It was just a guess.”
“Can I just stay out here for a while? I can’t be alone in there any longer.” Whatever her dream was, it was bad, and while she was trying to make light of it, her eyes pleaded with him. It left him wanting to touch her, reassure her, pull her into his arms, but being close to her was all he could really offer. Even that was torturous to his body which craved her far more than he should.
“Come with me.” She took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet, leading her to his bedroom. He knew where the line was, and while he also knew he was flirting with it, again, it was all he could offer her, painful and torturous as it might be for him.
She stared at his bed as he pulled back the sheets. He could hear her heart pound, and as he approached her from behind, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was meant only to reassure, but the sudden subtle scent of her arousal had his dick hard and straining against the front of his pants. Fuck. He hadn’t expected that, and his mouth watered in desire to taste her wetness. His fangs protracted harshly into his mouth as a groan passed his lips, but he stifled it, letting the pain of his teeth distract his want for her.
“Lay down.” His voice cracked as he spoke quietly.
Quentin didn’t often sleep, but he was so very ready to be lying next to her. He wanted to strip down naked while she watched. He wanted to touch her in all the places he had no business touching, he wanted to taste her skin, kiss her mouth. He, in fact, wanted to show her exactly what it was supposed to be like and could be like with him. He was desperate to share it with her. God knows he had more than enough pent up sexual energy coursing through his veins to make it a most enjoyable indulgence for them both. Instead, he stripped out of his shirt as she climbed into his bed. He left his pants on and slid in next to her, keeping a marginal amount of space between them.
When she rolled toward him, his heart lurched, and his groin tightened. “How are you feeling?” His question was more to distract his dick, but since he needed to know, it was appropriate.
“Tired, but okay.” He reached for her forehead and touched her smooth skin with the back of his hand. She wasn’t feverish anymore, and the color was back in her cheeks, subtle and pale as it was. When she coughed, her lungs sounded clearer, though he’d be happier if the cough was gone entirely. She needed to gain some weight, and though she appeared better, she still had dark circles under her eyes, and she looked exhausted.
It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed gently beside him. He tried to watch TV for a while, but his eyes kept finding their way to her. When he failed to immerse himself in a book as well, he eventually reached over to turn the light out. But he stalled and looked back to her again. She was sound asleep, and he couldn’t seem to make his fingers turn the switch, knowing he’d lose the sight of her. He also couldn’t seem to let go of the arousal that was keeping his cock painfully stiff, and when he lowered the zipper and unbuttoned the waist of his slacks, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop once he started. He clenched his hands in fists as he looked over at her and willed himself not to continue. But then he remembered the delicious scent of her arousal, and there was no stopping his hand. The moment his palm met the shaft of his erection, his self-control was gone entirely.
His head dropped back against the pillow and rolled to the side to see her peaceful sleeping face. When
“You had a nightmare?” He spoke as he returned to her.
She looked at him a bit stunned as he joined her on the couch. “Yes. How did you know?”
“I can smell the influx of your adrenal hormones. It was just a guess.”
“Can I just stay out here for a while? I can’t be alone in there any longer.” Whatever her dream was, it was bad, and while she was trying to make light of it, her eyes pleaded with him. It left him wanting to touch her, reassure her, pull her into his arms, but being close to her was all he could really offer. Even that was torturous to his body which craved her far more than he should.
“Come with me.” She took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet, leading her to his bedroom. He knew where the line was, and while he also knew he was flirting with it, again, it was all he could offer her, painful and torturous as it might be for him.
She stared at his bed as he pulled back the sheets. He could hear her heart pound, and as he approached her from behind, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was meant only to reassure, but the sudden subtle scent of her arousal had his dick hard and straining against the front of his pants. Fuck. He hadn’t expected that, and his mouth watered in desire to taste her wetness. His fangs protracted harshly into his mouth as a groan passed his lips, but he stifled it, letting the pain of his teeth distract his want for her.
“Lay down.” His voice cracked as he spoke quietly.
Quentin didn’t often sleep, but he was so very ready to be lying next to her. He wanted to strip down naked while she watched. He wanted to touch her in all the places he had no business touching, he wanted to taste her skin, kiss her mouth. He, in fact, wanted to show her exactly what it was supposed to be like and could be like with him. He was desperate to share it with her. God knows he had more than enough pent up sexual energy coursing through his veins to make it a most enjoyable indulgence for them both. Instead, he stripped out of his shirt as she climbed into his bed. He left his pants on and slid in next to her, keeping a marginal amount of space between them.
When she rolled toward him, his heart lurched, and his groin tightened. “How are you feeling?” His question was more to distract his dick, but since he needed to know, it was appropriate.
“Tired, but okay.” He reached for her forehead and touched her smooth skin with the back of his hand. She wasn’t feverish anymore, and the color was back in her cheeks, subtle and pale as it was. When she coughed, her lungs sounded clearer, though he’d be happier if the cough was gone entirely. She needed to gain some weight, and though she appeared better, she still had dark circles under her eyes, and she looked exhausted.
It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed gently beside him. He tried to watch TV for a while, but his eyes kept finding their way to her. When he failed to immerse himself in a book as well, he eventually reached over to turn the light out. But he stalled and looked back to her again. She was sound asleep, and he couldn’t seem to make his fingers turn the switch, knowing he’d lose the sight of her. He also couldn’t seem to let go of the arousal that was keeping his cock painfully stiff, and when he lowered the zipper and unbuttoned the waist of his slacks, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop once he started. He clenched his hands in fists as he looked over at her and willed himself not to continue. But then he remembered the delicious scent of her arousal, and there was no stopping his hand. The moment his palm met the shaft of his erection, his self-control was gone entirely.
His head dropped back against the pillow and rolled to the side to see her peaceful sleeping face. When
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