Bath 2

*WARNING! Chapter contained sexual scenes not suited for young audiences. Skip to the next chapter if you're not comfortable with this type of scene.

You've been warned.

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[Charles's POV]

When she entered the bathhouse, I knew she would be nothing but breathtaking when naked. Catherine had the allure of a widowed woman with big breasts and hips. There was something sexy about it.

And I was not mistaken.

To say she was beautiful was an understatement.

Her body was exquisite. Her round full breasts were big paired with perfectly curved hips. I forgot how many times I was lost imagining my lips caressing every inch of her — licking her raw taste.

I wondered what she tasted like when I grasped her hips and sank deeper inside her.

What sounds would she make when I nudged her deep?

How long would it take for her to scream my name?

My body quivered, and for the first time in many years, I felt excited again.

Her very image while she lay helplessly under me, screaming my name, was enough to make me feel alive again.

I shook my thoughts away. She might no longer be a virgin, and it was regrettable that her dead husband didn't die in my hands, but making love with me required preparations.

I had ordered her here to prep her for the mating bond that was about to happen. But it seemed that my dear Catherine had other plans when she straddled me and buried her fangs inside my neck.

I had allowed no one to lay their fangs at me. Not even Veronica, who stayed with me the longest. I didn't even give them my blood except for that one time when I had turned them.

However, Catherine was different . . . I would gladly offer my neck whenever she so desires.

I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of her arousal. My hands were shaking when I caressed her hair. It was all I could do not to touch and claim her here and now.

"My dear Catherine . . ." I couldn't stop myself from stroking her neck and the soft flesh on her belly.

I dipped my head down to her ear and whispered, "You're still not ready for me, Catherine. But that could be arranged."

She froze, and her fangs retracted from my neck. I knew she was regaining some clarity about the situation. Once my blood sated her, the euphoria was gone.

To my utter astonishment, her scent overpowered my senses. It was intoxicating that I almost lost control and marked her. She was reacting to my touch, and my blood boiled in excitement.

I nipped her ear and murmured, "Do you want me to touch you, Catherine? I won't touch you unless you do."

She gasped, and her breathing turned labored in pants as I caressed the hair of her abdomen. She was raising her butt to give me access to her, and the scent of her arousal became stronger.

Nothing came close to eternity as I waited for her answer. I wanted her to say yes, and I applied more pressure on her flesh. I traced her silky skin from her belly to her inner thighs. Tempting her. Letting her know what I could do to her with just my fingers alone.

"Your answer?" My voice was gruff, thick with my own lust.

I was expecting a yes or a little nudge of her head, but I wasn't prepared when she arched her spine and rubbed her sweet clit against my erection.

I bit back a groan. I didn't know if she realized what she was doing, but I won't certainly stop her. If she wanted a skin-to-skin ride, then I was all for it.

I grasped her hips tight, keeping it where I wanted, and I rocked my penis against her clit. The warm waters created ripples as I drove harder and rougher.

"Is this what you want, Catherine?"

She bit her bottom lip, and her breathing turned shallow and uneven, coming out in harsh pants. She was so stubborn and cute, especially how hard she tried to fight her lust for me.

She would get used to it. It was just a matter of when.

I licked her neck and nibbled on her quivering flesh. "Your answer?"

Her lips trembled, hesitation apparent on her sheen-covered face.

And then she moaned, low, "Y-yes."

I smiled, and my hand traveled to her center, eager to feel her hot silken folds. She was scorching hot and wet with her thick juices dripping to my hand. She felt so soft and hot, and I couldn't resist teasing her flesh.

I tugged the hair around her mount, which was shorter than most. I wonder if she cut it, but I didn't care. My fingers curled at her opening, tracing her folds but avoiding her clit and never pushing inside.

She was squirming now, shifting from foot to foot to ease her ache. She was pushing her hips towards me, wanting to put my finger inside her.

I chuckled and cooed, "Not yet, my dear Catherine."

She let out a groan of frustration, and I huffed a laugh.

So adorable.

She pushed her heaving chest against me, and my free hand found her breasts. It was so soft and full, and I squeezed it in my palms before I pinched her erect pinkish tips.

"You're so wet for me, my dear."

"I-I . . ."

"Do you want me, Catherine?"

". . ." she opened her eyes, and my fangs throbbed at her flush face. Her golden eyes were melting and languid, and her pouty lips were sore and red.

She was really a sight to behold.

I could no longer wait and inserted my finger inside her. She gasped, and her muscles clenched around me. She was tight, and I loved it. If we were going to do this mate thing, I had to prep her first and let her get used to my size.

"C-Charles . . ." she panted through her lips. Her thick saliva hung inside her mouth.

The sound of my name, sweet and thick with her pleasure, almost drove me insane. I pushed in another finger. She was tighter than most I had felt, and I couldn't get enough of her.

She rolled her hips into my hand, and I murmured through her ear with a husky voice, "Hang on to me, Catherine."

It was time to give her more.

She wrapped both her arms around my neck, and I picked up the pace, being careful not to brush her clit to make her squirm.

She released a high pitch whine through her gnashing teeth, and she clenched harder around my fingers.

"Do you like that, Catherine?"

"Yes . . . Yes!" she said breathlessly, rocking harder against my hand.

I curled my finger inside her, increasing my intensity and pace. Her breathing was more rapid, and her moans were getting louder, demanding more. Begging for me to go faster and harder.

I knew she was nearing her climax. I could feel it. Taste her sweet arousal in the air.

My thumb pressed her clit, and her entire body convulsed. She cried a symphony of orgasms that bounced in the room.

"Oh! More! Give me more!"

I readily obliged her request and pressed my thumb hard against her clit while pushing my finger faster and herder in and out of her.

"Agh! Charles, I'm going to . . . !"

My lips curled in a wicked grin as I watched her shatter apart in my arms when she found her released. Her muscles around my fingers were contracting in a violent force as her juices coated my hand.

How I wish I could lay her down and lap at her wetness.

But this would have to do for now.

Her climax was long and hard and sexy. She must not have experience pleasure like this. Pleasure that was enough to make her lose control.

My stiff penis twitched hard and painfully. It took all my willpower not to insert it inside her. She was not ready for me.

Not yet, at least.

I held her limp body in my arms and kissed her forehead.

"Soon, my dear Catherine. I will have all of you soon."

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