Warm. I thought. I tried to huddle closer to the warmth but something blocked my path. I nudged against the cool skin, trying to get it to move. Wait—skin?

My eyes tried hard not to open. My other senses went on high alert. The hour was nearly nine in the morning, for the sun is what warmed my skin. I haven't felt it in so long I nearly forgot what it felt like to be sun-kissed. My obstacle was a body—a naked body, just like myself at the moment. My nose picked up the scent of male and soft cologne. I knew the cologne nearly too well.

I forced my smile not to reach my lips. An idea formed in my head. I checked my desire to chuckle aloud. Slowly, I lifted my right leg and draped it over Drake's hips, allowing my inner thigh to brush against his limp member. My right hand slid, palm down, up his rippled stomach to his non-beating chest, where it stopped. As I pushed my breasts against the vulnerable side of his stomach, I heard a soft moan rise from Drake. Mission accomplished.

"You are a tease," he whispered.

"Maybe, but you like it," I said just as low.

Before I had time to react, Drake somehow managed to grab my waist and pull me over his quickly hardening length. I straddled his hips, locking my knees against his sides.

"Already going for another round?" I asked, my eyebrows going up.

In a response, Drake shifted so his standing cock was near my entrance. Another idea pooled into my head. Before he entered me, I slid off the bed, grabbing the sheet at the same time. Wrapping the sheet around my body, I turned to Drake, who lay there, propped up on his elbow, watching me with hunger in his eyes.

I smirked. "Maybe later. Maybe never again."

I shrugged and walked to my bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it, my hot back taking in its cool, polished wood. I laughed softly. "Stupid vampire. You're not going to take me so easily anymore."

I turned on my shower and dropped the sheet. The shower head stood directly in the middle of the large, square shower. I stood underneath it, letting the water splash against me. The cold water felt amazing on my burning skin. I don't know how long I stood under the water before I heard the door open.

Before I could turn, Drake was on me. His hands gripped my hips hard. I swallowed my building scream of terror. I didn't like him standing behind me, and whenever I tried to turn to face him, his hands tightened around my hips, holding me in place. The water no longer felt friendly. Instead it felt icy and unwelcoming.

My mind suddenly screamed at me to relax. He wouldn't hurt me. For some reason, I only partly believe the small voice in my head called instinct.

"You will not get away from me so swiftly, Zoey," he growled the words, but purred my name.

I stood still, the water hitting my chest. Gently, as if hesitantly, he pulled me back towards him. My feet complied while my mind screamed for him to let me go. I scowled at the wall of my shower as my back hit Drake's chest. Apparently, the cold water and atmosphere did nothing to bring down Drake's length. He thinks I'll give it up again. Last night was the past and would only happen once, right?

No. Said my mind. It will happen again—soon. And you know it. So let it be.

Sweet Christ! Let him take me? I am not to be easily taken like some . . . some slut. No, no, no. Not me!

But, my instincts were always right. That's why I so easily follow them. I fight this only because of pride and stubbornness that I suffer. I closed my eyes and decided to let my heart truly decide. It's a lot harder than you might think. After all, your heart doesn't talk to you as easily as your mind does. But I allowed my heart to speak. And what it spoke made me feel relief.

Instantly I relaxed against Drake. As if he was waiting for me to relax, his hands loosened on my hips. Carefully sliding them up, he gently cupped under my breasts. Massaging them lightly, he leaned over my neck. Planting long kisses against my flesh at the juncture that connects my shoulder and neck, I felt his fangs graze my skin.

Instantly, I turned to face him quicker than he could pierce my skin. He looked like a sexy demon with the water pouring over him, making his brown hair turn a shiny black. His muscles looked more pronounced with the water droplets dripping from them. He was beautiful.

I tried my best to scowl at him. "No."

We were so close; our noses nearly touched. Too close for me to think clearly. Hesitantly, I stepped back until I hit the wall. The only good news: I wasn't close to him as much as I was before. The bad news is that the door is behind Drake, and I couldn't get to it before he caught me.

"You can't get away from me, Zoey. I will take you; either this minute or the next, I will be inside of you, and you will call my name."

My heart gave an excited flutter and my stomach did a small flip. Boldly, I stood straight and looked him directly in the eyes, making the challenge clear. "You're all talk—give me some action."

I almost didn't finish the sentence before he was on me, pinning my wrists to the wall above my head with his right hand. His lips came down and crushed mine in an angry kiss. I could tell this was going to be rough—and I was more excited than I should've been.

His free left hand grabbed my right boob in a tight squeeze that made me cry out, allowing Drake to shove his tongue into my mouth. After another rough squeeze, Drake's hand went directly to my moist folds. Straight out, he shoved three fingers into me. I gasped from the sharp pinch of pain that decreased after he pumped his fingers with lightning speed for a short while.

After many moments, Drake slid his fingers out of me only to shove them back in with hard force. Inside of me, I felt him curl his fingers. I gasped and began to pant heavily. Just as quickly as he went in, he pulled them out.

He pulled away from my bruising lips and stuck his fingers onto my tongue. As he slid them against my taste buds, I clamped my teeth down on his fingers. He growled at me and pulled his fingers out. I leaned forward slightly and spit out the foreign taste of my undoing.

I leaned back to see my teeth marks on Drake's knuckles fading. I smiled wickedly at him, but said nothing. He scowled back at me. Too quick for me to react, Drake turned me around and leaned me forward. His hands grasped my hips and I stuck out my hands against the wall to hold me up. Without warning, Drake shoved his member into me. I silently blessed whoever that it wasn't my ass he entered.

His thickness was probably what caused me to moan. And the way he slowly slid inside of me. It was too slow and too soft for me—it was torture.

"And here I was . . . thinking you were a good lay," I panted.

I heard him chuckle behind me. "Don't start assuming things yet, Zoey. I've only just begun."

Suddenly, he slid into me with a hard thrust, another followed quickly. Before long, I felt worn out and defeated. I came several times, all without yelling his name, but he still pounded me hard and fiercely fast.

"Say it, Zoey. Say my name and you can rest." Again with purring my name! My mind pulled up words that I learned from Lee to help me when I fought. Old Chinese that he said would keep me up.

"Bǎochí qīngxǐng," I chanted softly. "Néngyuán shì wǒde shì."

I felt the energy flow into me. My breathing slowly got even. I breathed a deep breath through my nose and let it go through my mouth. I could feel Drake thrust hard into me again and again. Using all my arm strength, I pushed against the wall. Catching Drake off guard, he slid out of my slick pussy and a few steps away from me.

Slowly, I stood straight, my energy restored and my mind clear on what I wanted from him.

I gracefully walked to him, swaying my hips purposefully. I placed my hand against his cheek, letting my thumb caress his cool skin. My face was blank as I put my foot behind him and pushed him over; making him hit the ground hard. Before he could recover, I stood over him, my feet trapping his hips. I smiled down at him as his eyes flashed with anger. Carefully, I went to my knees over his hard cock, brushing my stretched sex against the tip.

"Now it's your turn, Drake, to say my name," I whispered loud enough to be heard over the still running water just behind me. I reached between us and grasped his cock just as hard as he grabbed my boob. Giving it a squeeze, I said, "Say my name."

He groaned as I slid my hand up and down his shaft faster than I had last night. His hands reached for my hips while lifting his own, trying to get his stiff inside of me. I lifted myself slightly out of his reach. I squeezed again while stroking it. "Say my name Drake and I will let you go."

We both knew he could've made me let go with little effort, but I knew Drake liked games. This was my game, though. I was going to lay out the rules. Rule Number One: "Say my name!"

"Zoey!" he grunted between tightly clench teeth. He blew up, sending hot liquid over my thighs. Some, surprisingly, hit my breasts. Releasing his cock, I slid a finger over the spot where it landed.

Tasting it, I grinned at Drake. "You should eat more fruit and less blood. You taste too salty."

I stood without waiting for his reaction. I went back under the cold water and pulled out my pouf and some Dove soap and began to clean myself. Feeling the foam slide on my body felt fantastic after everything we did in the last hour.

I was washing my shoulders went I felt a hand take the pouf gently and slide it down my back. Drake washed my back and hair for me—which I found odd, but decided against saying anything about it. Once my conditioner was rinsed out and I was clean, Drake pulled me back against him for the second time, wrapping his arms around my stomach and putting his head on my shoulder.

His breath tickled my ear as he breathed, "Will you ever tell me what that lady said?"

I turned my head slightly toward him, catching his eye. "Don't you already know?" I said in the same tone and level of voice. "They must've told you."

"They did not for I didn't ask. Now, tell me," he said lightly. "Please."

I swallowed. "Later, I will. I promise."

Drake nodded slowly. "Later." After a moment, Drake suddenly smiled. "I have something for you."

I frowned slightly. "What is it?"

"A surprise," he said slowly. "Dry off and get ready. Wear something casual."

With that said he gave me a long, gentle kiss on my slightly swollen lips and left my bathroom. I stared after him, confused at what just happened.

I turned off the water and dried off. After blow drying my hair, I styled the layers. I dressed myself in a purple tank with a light grey sweater over it. Dark, rolled jean capris and purple converse completed my outfit.

Once I slapped on some make-up and checked myself in the mirror, I left my room and went downstairs. I found Drake at the bottom of the stairs. Once I was close, he held out a hand and guided me slowly down the rest of the steps. It was like the shower scene didn't even happen. And for those around, it didn't. So I put on my best act and gave him a small scowl.

While the vampires nearest to us were occupied, Drake gave me a knowing smile. I resist the urge to smile back. Instead I spoke, "Where are we going?"

His smiled widened. "To a place that you haven't seen in many, many years."

I swallowed my gasp. I couldn't only imagine what place he was taking me to.

And I didn't like what I saw.

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