“I have a very heavy flow.”
She says it like it’s some sort of qualifying statement, a deterrent, but like the deviant that I am, it’s the worst thing she can say because now I have to feel her thick, warm blood on my fingers while she comes. “Don’t give a fuck.”
“You’d fuck me on my period?” Cam’s question makes me pause, but I answer her truthfully. “Your period wouldn’t matter to me.” I push my fingers inside her, and she curses, tilting her head back. The beautiful curve of her neck calls to me. “No, Countess, look at me.”
She looks at me, blinking slowly. She’s aroused. “Good, girl. Keep your eyes right on me.” She nods just as slowly, and I push my fingers deeper. Her pupils widen, her chest starts to flush, moving up her neck to her face. I hold in my growl at her scalding heat. She’s warmer than before. I want that burn on my cock. Fuck’s sake. Stroking once, I move my thumb in position over her clit, circling as I continue to stroke. I don’t want to fuck her hard. Just a little pleasure. I can feel her walls tighten on me, and I pause, watching her bite her bottom lip. I add another finger, using her arousal and blood to ease my way. I curl my fingers slightly, and she moans.
“Fuck, Stone. Harder, please.”
“No, baby. Soft.” I stand, keeping one hand inside her. I need to hear her come. I slide my other hand between her chest, not touching her nipples. I can’t. I’ll fuck her if I touch her breasts.Just her pussy tonight. I hold her head, cradling the back of her skull, and my two fingers remain lodged inside her. I keep her head in the crook of my neck, finding her ear, tugging at the lobe.
“So wet, Countess. So slick.”
“I—I’ve never-” she whimpers, her pussy tightening around my fingers.
“Never fucked like this?” I croon into the shell of her ear.
“No. It’s too messy. I— Oh my god.”
“Sex is messy, Countess, and I’ve been covered in blood before.” But never on my dick. I’ve never fucked a woman like this because I’ve never been interested.
I use my thumb and flick at her clit, circling it firmly. Her hips buck, and I encourage her. “That’s it. Take my fingers, Countess. Work your pussy. Don’t be afraid to make a mess of my hands.”
I push her blood back inside. The smell of her pussy is potent, enticing me. Her hips cant against my hand. Her grip on my shoulders gets stronger, her fingers twisting in my shirt. Her other hand holds the wall as she looks down to watch. I look too at the way her pretty breasts heave.Her nipples are hard, dark, pouty flesh that I want between my teeth.
Alternating, I flick her clit, and curl my fingers repeatedly until her hands clutch my back as she cries out my name, “Stone!”
I focus on her face, enjoying the sight of her finishing. The pink tint to her flushed skin is a sight to behold. Her breathing is choppy, uneven. Deep exhale, fan my face and chest. When she lifts her head, blinking at me, there’s wariness in her eyes. I realize it’s because she’s nervous about my reaction.
I would fuck her again if I knew she could handle my cock, but it’s not easy with the amount of piercings I have. I keep the pressure on her clit steady with my thumb and beckon inside herwith my other fingers. She comes quickly, digging her head into my shoulder, fingers clenched in my shirt.
I slowly slide my hands from between her legs and use my other hand to turn on my detachable shower head, rinsing my hands. I turn the shower head between her legs, washing her thighs, removing the last traces of her menstruation.
“I can’t believe I just did that. This is the second time I’ve lost my mind with you.”
And it won’t be the last, a wicked voice murmurs, but I quiet down the need to claim her more. I need to get her back into bed with more medication before her pain becomes worse. I turn off the water and grab a towel from the rack, and then clean off the water on her legs. I see her tattoo and touch the design. “I never checked it.”
“Onyx did.”
I tighten his fingers even more on her thigh. “He touched you?” Rage bubbles inside of me. He was close to her pussy?
“Yes. He looked at it.”
“Did he see your pussy?” The growl that comes out of my throat is animalistic. Possessive.
“Who?” She blinks down at me. “Onyx?”
“Did he see you?” I stand, holding her chin, applying pressure to get her to focus when she still looks confused. “Answer me, Camryn.”
“No. I had on shorts. I- he- No, Stone.” She tries to pull my fingers away, and eventually her answer reaches past the cloud of jealous rage blocking my rational thought. It softens my hold on her face. “Would it bother you if he did?”
I release her chin and touch the redness I left behind. “Yes.”
“Why?” She whispers, watching me closely.
I don’t tell her that I would kill any man who got a glimpse of what’s mine. Declaring my possessive need for her is not something I want to get into tonight. It’s my own damn fault shewas forced to go to Onyx to check her tattoo. I wasn’t available. I only have my own ass to kick.I cocoon her in the towel. “What did he say?”
“He said it’s healing well. Just no sun for a while.”
