Perin stepped into the shower in a daze; had that really just happened? That was not what he had planned when he made his offbeat suggestion that morning, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.
He had come shockingly hard courtesy of her soft hand; she was less practiced than the women he fed from, but the lack of agenda made it so much better. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had a s****l experience that wasn’t part of him needing to feed.
He had left the bathroom door open, expecting her to follow, but she hadn’t. Was she regretting what they had done already?
He quickly soaped up and rinsed, then stepped out and towelled off. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he want back into the bedroom to find her still in the bed, sheet pulled up to her neck.
“Bathroom’s free,” he
