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“Come on,” he says, taking my hand and leading me out of the kitchen.
“What? No—”
He threads me through the party guests and up the stairs, squeezing my hand firmly. “Too late. I’m already part of this.”
When we’re alone in my en-suite bathroom, he closes and locks the door behind us and every sound from the party recedes. He takes my face between his hands and kisses me, thoroughly tasting me, massaging his tongue against mine. By the time he pulls away, I’m out of breath.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” He seals his lips over mine again, props me against the vanity, and tugs up my dress. His finger slides along the seam of my sex over my underwear. My core is tingling from his kisses, and I can feel myself slippery against his fingers. Am I wet? Is it blood?
What if I have got my period?
What if I haven’t?
Uncle Kristian slips his fingers beneath the fabric and slowly sinks his finger in me, caressingly my inner walls lovingly. I gasp against his lips because he always feels good inside me, no matter the reason.
He removes his finger and draws it carefully out from beneath my dress. We stop kissing and stare at it together. The tip is red with blood.
There’s a rueful expression in his blue eyes but he smiles at me and kisses me softly. “It would have been crazy if you were pregnant so soon. Don’t worry, princess. We’ll keep trying.”
“But we—” I was going to say,We’re not officially tryingbut desire flares in Uncle Kristian’s eyes. He grabs my throat and holds tight as he slants his mouth over mine while he rinses his fingers off in the basin.
When he speaks, there’s not a trace of disappointment in his husky voice. “And I love trying with you. I also fucking love period sex. A deep, slow fuck, an orgasm or two, a hot shower, and I’ll have you feeling so much better. How does that sound?”
It sounds amazing, but there are eighty people in this house. “We can’t do anything like that. Lana’s party.”
“It will be winding down soon. We’ll wait until everyone’s gone home, and then I’ll take you back to mine.”
Period sex. Isn’t that messy? Won’t he feel weird about it? The level of intimacy we just dove into is off the charts.
He brushes his lips over mine and smiles. “I’ve been fantasizing about taking care of you like this.”
I look up at him, puzzled and pleased at the same time. “You have?”
“Hell yes. I said I want all of you. Let me take care of you now so you’ll know I’ll be the sort of man who’ll go out at three a.m. for cookie dough ice cream and pickles when you’re pregnant.”
I bury my face in his chest and my shoulders shake with tired laughter. How did we get here? Why am I not shutting down his crazy talk? I haven’t thought about the future in such a long time, but that’s all Uncle Kristian wants to do.
“Where are your tampons or whatever you use?” he says, opening and closing drawers on the vanity.
“I can take care of it. You go downstairs.” I push at his shoulders but he doesn’t budge.
“Please, I’ve always wanted to do this. I told you I’m horny for your whole soul. Your whole life.” He looks through the cabinet and comes out with a purple box of tampons and a victorious smile.
I’m going to die of embarrassment as I watch him take a tampon out and study the leaflet.
“Uncle Kristian, you really don’t have to—”
“Quiet. I’m reading.”
“Healthy relationships have boundaries,” I grumble.
“I don’t want a healthy relationship. Being insane for you is my love language.”
He peers at the tampon and opens the wrapper. His eyes open wide in surprise as he turns the applicator over, examining it from every angle. “Fuck. That’s so cool.”
With the applicator in one hand he pushes my thigh up. I cover my face with my hands, half laughing, half mortified. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
“You’re so cute. You really think a little of your period blood is making me squeamish when I’ve ripped a living man’s eyeballs out for you?”
