Page 33 of Loched in Love

The thought of Elena alone doesn’t sit well with me, and the need driving me to be near her is as much as I can bear, but I don’t see any way out of this predicament without getting rid of this bugger. I frown down at my dick, wondering how exactly to get it to go down easily.

My gaze catches on the small bag containing Elena’s feminine toiletries and an idea forms.

I don’t want to do this, but the familiar undeniable heat is already coiling in my chest, threatening to shatter my plans.

Desperate for an anchor, I find myself rifling through her bag, unearthing a slim glass bottle.

A burning wave of shame washes over me, but don’t hesitate.

What embarrassment I feel at sniffing her perfume like an addlepated idiot with an addiction problem disappears at the first inhale of her cologne. Light and crisp, it smells of apples and cinnamon with a hint of cardamom and bergamot. An arc of adrenaline spikes in my middle at the idea of her dabbing it on her wrists and behind her ears for me to smell, and my pupils dilate as my cock weeps with pre cum.

What else does she have in here? I rummage through the small bag some more until I find a larger bottle labeled ‘body wash’ and pop the lid on it.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and a groan breaks from my lips as the smell of amber and warm vanilla overtakes my senses.

I want to bathe her in this magical aroma immediately until she’s a boneless mess in my arms. The thought brings forth images of her ripe and curvy body covered in soap suds while she begs me to service her.

Oh how I’m going to wring every bit of pleasure from her until her bones are quaking for me and she can only speak my name through incoherent babbling as she takes my monstrous cock.

I reach for the small ivory handle on the shower and turn it on before stepping inside the small space, noting the blue and gold tiles on the floor and walls. The hot water pelts my shoulders and coasts down my body, and I expect it to ease some of the tension there but it doesn’t.

My body is tense like stone, my fingers yearn to touch her and my mouth waters to taste her.

Pulse quickening with longing, I grip my cock in one hand and tug lightly at my swollen testes with the other, unabashed when a light moan crests my lips.

My nostrils flare as a thick fog of steam rises, dampening the air and calming my inner beast while I lean back against the cool tiled wall and think of my Elena.

“Fuck me, I need to come,” I say aloud, wincing when the sound echoes.

Hands shaking with need, I squirt a fair amount of Elena’s bodywash into my hand, vowing to buy her stock in the stuff as soon as I can for my transgression, and rub it across the breadth of my chest and down my cock.

Raw need pushing and clawing at my sanity, I ache for release and focus on what it will feel like when I finally have her wrapped around me.

“Argh.” The low guttural grunt rebounds in my ears as I pump my hard flesh.

I imagine thrusting inside her, gripping the top of the shower wall with one hand while the other slides up and down my length in tandem with the fantasy, moving at a steady rhythm.

My dick pulses angrily under my fingertips, no doubt from the tease of being so near my mate. I’m a bit ashamed at how even I’ve neglected my own needs for more than three hundred years now.

But I hadn’t needed to until her.

Images of Elena’s blonde hair glistening like gold as I take her, her mouth open on cries just for my ears. Her body, pleasure, and beautiful mind all mine for the taking.

My inner beast rears its dragon-like head, spiking the adrenaline in my frame until I can sense it pulsing at the fins of my ears. My hand moves faster as I envision the delight on her face as I bring her pleasure.

She’s warm, more than willing. I have her on my bed in my den, her clothes removed to parts unknown. My plan is to worship every inch of her body, and make her come on my tongue till she’s a river in my mouth overflowing with the screams of only my name on her lips.

I want to lick her soft sweet cunt, feel her legs tighten around my head, and watch her lose control for me.

I’ll devour her, and she’ll be my queen.

“Elena,” I hiss through my clenched teeth.

Lightning arcs down my spine as I grit my teeth against the oncoming sensation. My balls tighten and my cock inflates to an almost painful degree as the need to explode builds.

I buck and moan, fisting my cock hard and fast as my body jerks roughly, every muscle tight as hot cum spurts like a geyser. I struggle to keep myself upright while ropes and ropes of seed shoot from my cock, my legs quaking and quivering from it.

I grunt in pure animal satisfaction and collapse against the cold shower wall, landing on my buttocks even as cum continues to jut out of me like a dam burst open.