Amelia didn't let her eyes off him as he moved further into the bathroom, pushing down his boxers and stepping out of them. Amelia looked him over hungrily, though the desire quickly fading at all the bruises that spotted his body. He was beginning to look like a Dalmatian. No doubt the small bruises would be massive tomorrow.
She let him lean against the tub, enjoying the moment for a moment before she crossed the tub and moved to straddle his hips just as he was saying that she should want a little bit of him. "I always want you...I can't seem to get enough." She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, her fingers raking through his hair as she pressed herself closer to him.
She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him lightly as she listened to him talk about his antics with his brother. "You realize our wedding in next week and all those bruises are going to be green and yellow...that definitely does not go with our color scheme." She shook her head lightly before sighing.
Pulling away from him, she sat back on his thighs before raising her wrist to her lips and breaking the skin with her fangs. Blood began to ooze and she held it out for him. "Drink this...it'll heal your bruises." He might see them as battle wounds, but all she could think about was their pictures. "Preferably before the bath water turns red..."