The frosted glass door of the master bathroom swung open with a soft click, releasing a warm, trailing cloud of steam into the dim atmosphere of the bedroom. Dahmer walked out stark naked, completely unbothered by his lack of attire. Water droplets still clung to the smooth, pale contours of his chest and shoulders, glistening under the low accent lights of the room. His breathtaking, drop-dead gorgeous face wason display, marked only by the lingering flush of their violent encounter from hours before. Between his long legs, his heavy manhood swung loosely, completely relaxed but still imposing in its size, weeping a faint sheen against his inner thighs.
He walked over to the bed with an effortless, predatory stride and slid onto the edge of the mattress, settling himself directly next to where Malcolm sat propped up against the pillows.
