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She filled her lungs and swallowed saliva. Her thoughts returned to her in long waves, emerging on the shore past the tingling of her nerve endings. Her nipples were hard and blooming with fireworks, her heart pulsated between her legs, and she could sense the warm fluid leaking from her. Sweat threatened to break from her lower back, and, if she was sweating, so was he. 

She closed her eyes and heard him panting, a smirk forming at the edge of her mouth. He didn’t need to breathe, but they’d revert to their ancient nature when their focus shifted to each other’s bodies.

“Thirsty?”

“No,” her knees touched, and she licked her lips. Her core clenched around nothing. She wanted the weight of him on top of her, his onyx chest hair beneath her fingers, the annoyance of when he would refuse to enter her just to watch her protest. “Come back inside,” she prompted, smiling when he laughed.

“It must have been quite a voyage,” he said, turning his head to her and taking in her features. “How was Hungary?”

“Safer in your absence,” she said, facing him. Her eyes strayed to his chest, and her throat bobbed. “And England?”

“Boring,” he replied, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into his arms. “Rainy.” He kissed her, exploring her mouth like when he stole it for the first time. His hand was quick to cover her breast and play with her nipple between his digits. “Dr. Helsing wanted to speak to you.”

“I’ll speak to her when I get back,” she whispered against his lips, running her palms through his furred chest. She wrapped a leg around his, his touch quick to find and caress it. 

His chuckle rumbled in his ribcage. “When you get back?”

Agatha guided him to lie over her, sighing at the weight of him. “Hmm,” she responded, “I’ve been unavailable in the last few days.” She spread her legs, welcomed him between them. Her nails traced his back, her breath catching when his member brushed her thigh.

“‘Unavailable’?” His smirk consumed his face. He touched his forehead to her breastbone, hissing when he mounted her. “Agatha,...”

Her cheeks burned from the softness of his sigh. A beast made man when enveloped by her walls. Her fingers curled on his side, her legs wrapped around his hips. “Fuck me, Count Dracula.”

A week separated had earned her an eager vampire, one who was dedicated to pleasuring her. One who had sequestered her for days so he could worship every inch of her body. To bask in him after she had just ridden him should have concerned her more than it did. It was the fourth day, and he had had her in numerous ways, yet her form vibrated for release by his hand.

He grabbed the headboard, and she heard it crack under his grip. She smiled. Vanity was a sin easy to fall into when he became human in her arms.

Wave after wave, she rode her orgasm under him, digging her nails into his back and whispering in his ear. He was grunts and groans and faltering thrusts when he came, hiding his face on her chest as he spilled between her thighs. 

He melted into her, trapped where he was by her legs. 

Her breathing calmed as she basked in bliss. “I must call Zoe,” she muttered, then clicked her tongue. “And we need to change the bedsheets.”

“Shower with me,” he invited.

She considered protesting, certain they both reeked of sex and showering together would take longer than it should, but nodded.

Dracula tried to move but couldn’t. “Agatha.”

She sighed when he slipped out of her.

He stood, walked slow steps to the bathroom. “Are you coming?”

“One minute.”