15
DAWN
I’m aching between my legs — sopping wet. Every inch of my flesh is tender by the time Markula’s done with me.
I’m far from done, though. I need to be touched. Will Era feel like Draynor when he f***s me? Will I feel it when he searches through my brain, through my history? And how long can I possibly last, being as wound up as I am? Maybe that was Markula’s plan. Is he hoping Era will be able to read me quickly once he’s … inside me? I wrap myself in a bathrobe, but even the terrycloth is erotic, rubbing against the tender nubs of my n*****s and grazing the flesh of my ass. I follow Markula up the hall on shaking legs, the wood-paneled walls turning the path to Silas’s room into a tunnel.
There are no ties that can hold a vampire, save the leather restraints my hive keeps in M
