Doe's POV:

This man did not have an off switch, and I was starting to curse my human stamina in comparison to his.

Leaving me burying my head into his shoulder, and clinging onto whatever I could find while he brought me closer and closer to my fifth climax of the night.

Every time after we'd both reached that spot, we'd take a short breather before switching positions and going again.

And just how he'd wanted, I enjoyed every last bit.

This time, he'd dragged me back to the edge of the bed, allowing him extra movement by having him stand off the foot of it, and grind into me that way.

With one of his arms hooking around my legs, bringing my knee close to my chest.

This had me gasping for air and stability more often than the others did, though part of that may have had to do with the steadily building sensitivity I was experiencing down there.

He compensated this nicely, taking up a nice, slow roll of his hips this time around opposed to the almost animalistic approach he had for my third and fourth.

Again, something I probably shouldn't have found so attractive, but I couldn't help myself.

The intensity of it, knowing that I was safe in his hands made it impossible not to just let myself go and soak in the moment

Every single time, he put us in a position where we were facing each other, letting me hold to him to solidify that fact whenever I found myself needing it.

Both of us slick with sweat, surely getting it on each other with the way we were almost constantly in contact with each other.

That, and various other fluids I could feel running down my thighs.

I didn't care, and something told me that he didn't either.

I grabbed to the wrist of the arm that was hooked around my leg, attempting to close them both when a certain move he did caused that sensitivity to scream at me.

It probably would have pulled a scream out of me if I had the capability left in my throat, or had the appropriate amount of expendable air to pull it off.

Instead, all that left me was a choked whimper.

"I know, dove," He uttered, the words teasing the shell of my ear, "Last one. Just give me one more."

Last one?

There was a drop of sorrow that leaked through my hazed mind, but I couldn't focus on it for long.

Not when that masterful tongue of his came back into play, lightly flicking under my ear while his free hand slid torturously down my sides.

I tried pulling myself close with the hand that'd been in his hair most of the night, craving more friction between his chest and my breasts, but learned that the muscles in my arms were giving out quick.

He moved to hold me there regardless, and within the next minute, I was coming undone in his arms.

Again.

His movements ceased immediately after it began to overtake me, the same sputtering sounds escaping from me while I trembled through his grasp.

Once it faded, I became incredibly aware of just how exhausted I felt.

How spent nearly every muscle in my body was as Xander steadily released my leg.

"There ya go," he eased, kissing me right at the center of my forehead.

No... wait.

'Last one'

No... No, I didn't want this to end.

All these emotions. This feeling. The closeness and-... and just him.

I didn't want them to fade.

I wanted to hold on to them as tight as I could, so instead, I attempted the same thing on him.

Feeling the muscles in my arms scream in protest.

"One more," The words came out ragged, "I-I can keep going."

I knew he could keep going.

I looked up to see the face of someone who knew I was absolutely full of shit but adored me anyways.

"You can barely hold on to me," He spoke in that calm, gentle tone that worked even through his deep breathing, "You can barely catch your breath, and your entire body is shaking from the aftershock."

Oh. Is that why this was happening?

I leaned into his touch as he tucked back my surely messy hair, then kissed my cheek.

"I want you to enjoy this experience, and I don't think that's what we'll accomplish if we were to keep going."

He was right. I knew he was.

That sensitivity currently plaguing my vagina was turning into something borderline painful.

Still.

"I... I don't want this to be over," I admitted.

"The night isn't over."

I blinked.

"It's not?"

Another little laugh. One that I think I've become very fond of tonight.

"No, well, this part of it is, but the night itself is not," he assured.

I continued my confused look.

This was where all my training ended.

"What else is left?"

That look returned to his eye that I've recently deciphered to mean 'just trust me', steadily straightening himself.

Effectively getting removed from my grasp, and had me missing his presence above me already.

I knew he couldn't just stay there with me forever but... a few more minutes would have been nice.

"You didn't think I was just going to leave you like this did you?" He asked.

I didn't know what to think when it came to the aftermath.

All I was told was that I'd probably be left to handle it myself.

He placed a careful hand on each thigh, a soft, trembling breath passing his lips as he pulled out of me.

The feeling of him leaving me was a strange one but didn't elicit any kind of argument from my body that would have definitely been there prior.

He was right. Now was the perfect time to stop.

As much as I might not be on board to accept that quite yet.

Although the complete absence of his body from mine did elicit an argument.

You'd think that I'd find the air cooling my skin inviting, but I wanted the feeling of him more.

I tried to catch him with my legs or something, but it appeared that my entire body was in agreement that it was time to rest

And I was utterly exhausted.

"Xander..." the word couldn't even be labeled as a whisper, but a barely comprehensible puff of air.

Either he somehow heard it, or noticed me reaching for him because he took that hand, and then the other one to manage me into a sitting position.

His fingers traced the sides of my arms, speaking his words into my sweat-soaked hair.

"Hang tight here for two minutes while I get it ready. I'll come and get you."

He waited for my begrudged 'Okay' before heading into the bathroom, keeping an eye on me for as long as he could.

It wasn't long before I heard the rush of heavy water from a few rooms away

The bathhouse...

Oh yeah. That sounded amazing.

My posture sagged, finally taking in normal breaths and beginning to realize just how strenuous all of what we had just done was.

Every part of me felt completely worn, but there wasn't a single thing that I didn't consider worth it.

I did end up squirming at the sensation of fluids currently leaking out of me. Definitely a feeling that needed getting used to.

I parted my knees a bit, curiously reaching my hand down between my legs.

Wincing at the almost raw sensation that part of me now had, coming away with a cloudy viscousness stringing between my fingers.

Interesting.

I couldn't help my curiousness now that my nerves about this whole thing were sated.

With how wrong certain things were described to me versus how I lived them with him.

A hint of color brought my attention to my nails, bits of red showing on the underside of almost all of them.

My eyes went wide, trying to recall every time I remembered digging them into him especially hard.

Oh, his back had to be completely destroyed... Probably his shoulders and the back of his arms too.

I should have taken a better look when he was walking away.

The sound of his footsteps had my back straightening and turning to meet him.

Finally giving me a good opportunity to get a good look at his naked body all at once, taking in the details I might have missed earlier.

Oh holy wow he was...

My poor heart that just got a break picked back up.

"You ready?" He asked as he approached me.

I nodded, "Yeah, but uh, real quick. Can you turn around?"

A knowing smirk took over his lips, reaching a hand back to hold up his hair.

"You wanna see your work?" He teased and turned.

I was right.

I'd completely torn him up.

Varying lines of red were striped in fours all across his back, neck, shoulders, and even a few on his arms as I guessed.

Trails of his blood all over the place.

I found myself cringing at the mental image of what that would feel like, and yet he didn't look anything but pleased with the results.

The sight of his still-red eyes looking at me from over his shoulder shouldn't have caused a twist in my gut, but it did.

At the pride in his gaze.

My knees pulled together, tight.

"You vampires are weird," I said, trying to mask everything else.

He turned back around with a chuckle.

"That we are," he agreed, angeling himself a bit to my right, "But I appreciate you not holding back on those."

Sliding an arm under my knees and waist, he smoothly lifted me up and into him.

Oh, he literally meant 'I'll come and get you'.

I held tight around his neck as he walked us back into the room he came from.

One blink later with my body up against his, and my eyelids felt insanely heavy.

Still, I wanted to take in what I could from the bathhouse since I'd never been in it with the light on before.

The scent of citrus and lavender hit me before we ever stepped in, the next thing I processed being how cold the air was in the room.

Which felt nice against my heated skin for the moment, and made warm water look that much more inviting.

Walking into the room was almost like walking into a cave. Greyish blue stones made up the bath that truly looked like an over-glorified hot string.

Larger stones piled high from the back right corner, creating a nice waterfall.

I remembered him telling me back before we moved about how the water constantly got filtered, but couldn't find it in me to remember every last detail right now.

The closer we got to the water, the more tired I was beginning to feel.

I tried to fight it for multiple reasons.

I wanted to stay alert. I wanted to talk to him after all of this.

And I still didn't want this night to end yet.

I could feel the tension in his body as he stepped into the water, being extra careful not to accidentally slip and take me with him.

Gradually, he lowered us both in, deep enough to just come up to my neck

My ankles crossed as soon as the warm water hit that tender spot, but other than that, it felt heavenly.

It wasn't too hot either, just perfect enough to bask in.

He ended up sitting on one of the stone steps, keeping me in his lap while the water washed away the sweat, saliva, and various other fluids off of us.

I even saw hints of red swirling in the water behind him.

My arms dropped into the water, relaxing my head against his chest with a deep, content sigh.

The fight to keep my eyes open became harder by the second, especially when he started massaging my thighs with his thumb.

I tried focusing on whatever I could to help it, glancing over the many marks I'd left across his neck, including the very prominent teeth-shaped bruise.

I can't believe I did that.

Xander leaned back just a few inches, doing the opposite of what I was going for in making laying on him more comfortable.

I felt his nose sit right on top of my head before releasing a sigh of his own.

Which made me not want to move at all, and instead put a hand on the opposing shoulder to give as much of an embrace as I could.

My hand ended up instead sliding to the side of his neck, my thumb right behind his jaw.

That weighing feeling in my chest began again at the closeness. at the peace we were currently sharing after the night he had just given me.

The position we were in now that just felt so vulnerable... So open to one another and yet I couldn't begin to tell you what it all meant.

And tonight didn't feel like the one where I'd be getting all of my answers.

Not like this.

"Doe I..." His words died off with a quick shake of his head.

"What?" I pressed, looking up to meet him.

He just kind of looked at me, that solemn look making a reappearance.

And then it was just gone. Forcibly kicked off of his face.

"I uh," He cleared his throat, "Thank you, again For tonight."

I shook my head.

"I should be the one thanking you again," I nuzzled deeper into his shoulder, "I have a lot I want to say, but I don't know how much longer my body is going to allow me to be awake."

I adored leaning on his chest while he laughed.

"Rest then," he insisted, running a wet hand down my hair, "I'll take care of everything else."

Part of me didn't just want to dump him with the responsibility of everything that would come between this bath and getting me into bed, but the other wasn't going to argue with this comfortable atmosphere, his touches, or his kind words.

"I still don't want this to end yet," another coarse whisper.

"Not end," He guaranteed, "Just taking a little break until you get your energy back."

I thought that over, admittedly liking the idea

"Promise?"

Another kiss atop my forehead.

"I promise."

Tomorrow. We can talk about all of this tomorrow.

My weight leaned itself completely into him, and the last thing I remembered was the sound of his purr being the final thing to drag me into sleep.