He tried to pull me back but I stepped away. He growled. I giggled then took his hands and gently led him to the bench. Once I spun him around I pushed his shoulders, forcing him to sit down. Now that I stood above him I realized his hair still had dirt and blood in it, so I reached for the shampoo from the wall dispenser and filled my hands. He watched my every move but when began working the shampoo through his hair and massaging his scalp his eyes closed.

There was a button on the wall to my left with a symbol that looked like a shower-head so I pushed it - water rained down on the bench from the ceiling. He tipped his head back and sighed, a small smile on his lips as the shower rinsed the shampoo from his hair. He sat quietly as I massaged conditioner into the elbow-length white strands that already felt like silk.

And then his hands gripped my thighs just above my knees. He squeezed, digging his fingers into my skin. When I let out a little moan at his touch, he smirked and yanked me into his lap. My legs straddled his hips, my chest in his face. I felt every inch of his length pressing into my stomach, every part of me wanted take him right here under the fall of the water but this wasn’t about me. This was supposed to be about him, comforting him.

I cupped his face in my hands and stared down into his eyes. “Everest…”

“Francelina,” he purred back.

Without taking his gaze off mine he slid his hands up the sides of my thighs until his fingers slipped beneath my wet cotton underwear. The material tightened around my body for a split-second before he ripped them clean off my body. I gasped and dug my fingers into his hair. The feel of his wet skin against mine had my pulse racing. His hands slid a burning hot path up my waist then around to my back. Fingers coiled around the strap of my bra. To my surprise he didn’t rip it off, instead he carefully unhooked it then slowly peeled it off my body. I arched my eyebrow.

His eyes flashed with a wicked sparkle. “I like that one,” he whispered.

I opened my mouth to tease him but he leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth. A moan slipped out of my mouth. He gripped my hips tight enough to bruise me. Good, I hoped he did. My back arched as pleasure speared through me. My body pulsed. Heat pooled in my stomach. He moved over to the other nipple but this time the sharp tip of his fang dragged over it. I gripped his shoulders and moaned. His hot breath swept over my chest.

“Everest…”