Lucy’s POV
I couldn’t stop thinking about his c**k.
All day, the image had haunted me. Thick, heavy, veined, flushed dark with need. The way it had throbbed in his fist. The way precum had glistened at the tip like an offering. Even while I fed from the cold blood bag, my mind kept drifting back to the sight of him stroking himself so shamelessly in front of the window.
He had tormented me.
Now it was my turn.
Two nights left. Just two more nights until my sentence ended and I could return to my own world. I couldn’t afford to slip. Not now. I knew what would happen if I crossed the distance between our houses. I would ride that beautiful c**k until he was begging, bury my fangs in his neck, and drink him dry while he emptied himself inside me. I couldn’t risk it. Not when fre
