Terror at the Gates (Blood of Lilith, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

He might not orgasm more than once during sex, but he was quick to bounce back. “Wanna fuck?” I asked. Zahariev laughed, closing his eyes as he stepped back into the spray. I loved watching the water drip down his body. He was glorious. “Given what I promised when we left the car, I think it’s best to take a little break.” “I can handle it,” I said. He smoothed his hands over his head so his hair was slicked back. His gaze was searching and a little fierce. “You aren’t lying to me, are you?” “Why would I lie?” I asked. “To get what you want,” he said. My gaze dipped. His cock was literally pointing at me. I raised a brow. “Are you sure it isn’t what you want?” “I told you,” he said. “I always want to fuck, but we went hard, little love.” “Zahariev, if I’m asking you to fuck me again, we didn’t go hard enough,” I said. His gaze darkened. I didn’t think he liked the way I was critiquing his work. “Dry off and wait for me in the bedroom,” he said. “Any particular requests?” I asked. “I’ll put you where I want you,” he said. “Just fucking go.”