?“I’m menstruating,” I huff. The cramps seizing and making me wince. I just want to curl up in a ball.
?I’m about to do just that when my feet are swept out from under me and I’m falling for only a second before arms lift me up. The towel is large enough that it covers from my shoulders down to my calves so Darian doesn’t touch any skin.
?I grumble in the back of my throat. “I said we’ll have to do this another time. I’m so serious, Darian, I’m about to let myself pass out because I am too tired. I’m too tired and hungry and those don’t mix well as is but add the fact that my body is punishing me for not being pregnant and literal blood is coming out of me I just – “
?My words are cut off as hot water rains down on my head making me sputter, gasp, and then internally scream. Flailing my arms, I’m immediately set down and then I shove myselfas far from the waters reach as possible. My skin feels like it’s melting from the water on my scars. Irritating them to the max and reigniting that burning.
?Pressed into a corner, I wipe the water from my eyes as I heave before looking up to an icy blue shade carefully watching me. He’s standing just out of the sprays reach in nothing but a pair of boxers. Though they’re soaked – as I am now – with a thick bulge that I realize I’m staring at.
?He chuckles as I snap my eyes up to his face and then glare. “What the fuck is wrong with you!”
?He doesn’t chuckle again but there is a glimmer of humor in his eyes before he glances at the water. “I thought only physical touch burns.”
?I grit my teeth and bare them. “Your scars don’t still ache or itch or twinge with pain within certain elements?” I eye his scars littering his chest. They all look well healed but I realize for scars to remain on an immortal – a celestial above all – the weapon would have to be made with some sort of magic or blue belladon. I wonder which weapon was used on him for his scars to stay.
?His icy eyes rove down my skin. Then he turns towards a panel on the side and runs his finger down it. Immediately the temperature drops and a shiver causes goosebumps to appear on my flesh. As if the water running is no longer scalding but freezing.
?He ticks his head and smirks. Despite the temperature now, the look in his eyes makes my skin heat. Another – different – pinch seizes my uterus. I squeeze my thighs together because of it and because he’s a jackass he notices.
?“Strip.” He now demands. “All the way.”
?I arch a brow, a bit more energized because of the anger, and growl out, “You first.”
?Without breaking eye contact he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushes them straight down.
?My eyes hit the ceiling as warmth floods my cheeks. I didn’t think he would actually do it. I didn’tthink. I should have known better. This is Darian, after all.
?“Your turn.” His voice drops an octave and his pine scent twitches in the air with another scent I can’t name. It’s addicting though. “Or do you want me to do it?”
?That anger sparks as I look down – only to his face – and glare my hardest. Then I straighten my back as I reach behind me to unhook my bra. I let it drop to the shower floor, and then I slip my thumbs into my panties and drag those down.
?Something darkens in his gaze as he watches every move. His eyes never leaving me or my body, tracking every movement I make until I stand back up straight. Droplets of water run down from my hair over my body. He seems to track those as well.
?Since he is occupied, I glance – just for half a second – down. Half a second stretches though as I stare at. . . that.
?I’ve seen my share of penises throughout my life – I’ve seen my fair share of sexy looking penises from the girls – butthat. My clit throbs and my cunt clenches around nothing and heat sizzles within and suddenly that pinch from my cramps is nonexistent. All I feel is –
?“Trouble, trouble,” he purrs. Snapping my eyes up, his own glimmer again. I realize now that it’s arousal. Lust.Sex. A want that looks almost tangible as his eyes devour me. “Spread your legs.”
?The dark demand causes my pussy to clench again, but I press my hands into the wall of the corner I’m in and try to hold strong.
?“I thought this was supposed to be training.”
?I had meant to snap at him but it sounds way too breathy. As if I’d been panting while I was staring at his dick. A dick that is long and hard and my. . . something – brain, body, conscious, soul – wants it. Wants it stuffed somewhere inside me, whether that be my mouth, pussy, or ass I don’t care.
?Except I do care because that’s my ‘I’m practically ovulating even though I’m in my menstrual phase’, ‘please fuck me’ horny-ass self speaking and that’s not something I really want. At least, not in that exact derogatory sense.
?“This is,” he states. Making me rack my brain trying to remember what we had been talking about. “Pain can heighten pleasure, but pleasure can also dull pain. Your brain needs to be thinking about something else while it adjusts to the pain you’ll be feeling from this burning.”
?He speaks not quite clinically, but gently educating all while his eyes glaze with a heat and fire that licks up my spine. Not a burning, but flames like my own fire. Comforting, and yet this is something new. Something I haven’t really felt before.
?“Now spread your legs, Trouble.”
?I push my back further into the corner. “They won’t like this. You touching me.”
?Theyas in my fated. Not that I’m necessarily trying to find a way to stop or prevent this, but I don’t really know if I’m ready. I’ve never done anything willingly with anyone before. Never thought I’d be able to because of my curse. Hell, I’ve never evenmasturbated before. The last orgasm I had was when I was nine and those were always twisted with hatred for my body for giving that tohim.
?A fact I admitted tothemall not thirty minutes ago. I don’t think Darian knows about that yet. He hadn’t been in the room yet.
