Samir and Nazmi spent nearly the entire night venting their anger through the alternate outlet they had discovered together.
She had lost count of how many times they went after four. To no one's surprise, vampires had insane stamina. That, mixed with their superhuman strength, made for incredible (but draining) sex.
By the time she woke up, the Prince was nowhere to be found. Her entire body was covered in bruises and fingerprints, and there was a sharp stabbing pain deep within her lower belly.
Nazmi had been completely done in.
She sat up with a groan, blinking the sleep from her eyes.
At the edge of the bed there was a set of clothes and a small note that read: 'If you're to leave the room today, wear this.' She scoffed at the awful handwriting. It looked as though a child had written the note.
