230. I NEED YOUR BLOOD
DRACO
My hands rested lazily on the sides of the tub, like a man who had just finished his business.
Legs spread, satisfied attitude.
“Well… I’m leaving then…” she said again, throwing me a sharp look—but I didn’t even flinch.
“Fine,” I replied quietly, and I almost lost my serious mask when I saw her pout.
Of course, she didn’t want to leave. And there was no way I was letting her walk away unsatisfied.
She stood up with a huff, and the sight of her naked, dripping body had my cock rising agai