The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

As I played in the water, moving between what Casteel
explained were showerheads, he bathed himself. When he
was finished, he came up behind me, more of that enticingly
scented soap in hand.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered.
I obeyed, enjoying the feeling of his fingers against my
scalp as he worked the soap into a lather. “I could get used
to this,” I whispered.
“So could I.” He moved closer, and I felt the heated
brand of him against my lower back. “Tip your head back
and keep your eyes closed.”
I did as he requested. His lips touched mine, and I
smiled. He then gathered my hair, rinsing the soap out. It
was so much easier in a shower. All I had to do was stand
there.
I may just move into the shower and never leave.
The idea continued to grow in its appeal as Casteel left
my side briefly, returning with a soapy square. Foam
followed the soft sponge as he dragged it over my arms,
chest, stomach, and then to my lower back. He was careful
with the small cuts the stones had left behind, and the
tenderness of his care tugged at my heart. My chest swelled
with all the love I felt for him and it grew achy, heavy even
as the sponge seemed to vanish, replaced by the roughened
glide of Casteel’s soapy palms.
My eyes drifted shut once more, and my mind wandered
to pure, sinful places as his hands took the same path the
sponge had minutes before. I thought about what he’d said
he would do with his fangs and…his cock. My blood heated
as the fire roared to life inside me once more. Could he do
that here, under the shower? That seemed quite slippery,
but if anyone could do it, it would be Casteel.
He glided his hands over my breasts. My head fell back
against his chest as they lingered there. I bit down on my lip
as one of his hands coasted over my belly. My skin tightened
as pleasure curled low. His fingers on the hardened peak of