fuckin’ stupid. Don’t turn gray, don’t turn gray!
She shakily applied pressure tight to her ankle with a wet washcloth and prayed for the bleeding to stop. It was like time stood still. Then he looked up at her. His face looked normal. His eyes looked normal. She didn’t know what to do so she just sat, wide-eyed. The water was still running and the tub was only minutes away from overflowing. She held the washcloth tighter.
He leaned over and turned the taps off. She swallowed hard.
“Lift the cloth.”
She didn’t move. It was like she was paralyzed. Tristan huffed in a, ‘I’ll do it myself’ manner and leaned over and lifted her ankle slightly and took the cloth from her hand. For a split second it looked okay. Relief washed over her.
Then she saw the red dot spring forward again. She choked on a sob, feeling fear grip her heart as it grew in diameter. She gripped the side of the tub and braced the other hand against the tiled wall to steady herself. Tristan leaned over and put the tip of his tongue to the spot. Kyla’s eyes very nearly bulged from her head.
‘Ahhh,” he groaned loud as her blood touched his tongue and he leaned back for a second and exhaled in slow and staggered breaths. It seemed like that moment was suspended in time. Would he lunge and kill her? Would he be okay? He let go of her ankle and rose from a squat, up straight.
“Bed. Now,” he commanded.
Huh?
He arched a brow at her, looking so unbelievably sexy she thought she might spontaneously combust. She felt a mixture of fear and desire surge through her at the exact same time. She was immobile.
“What part of now don’t you understand?” He flashed a grin.
She gulped, got up, and not-so-steadily reached for the towel but he scooped her out of the tub before she got to it and in a nanosecond, she was on her back on the bed and his shirt was up and over his head. He spread her legs wide and first licked the ankle wound that was now punctuated by a fat droplet of blood and then his tongue traveled up her leg past her knee, up her inner thigh, and landed directly on her more-than-ready wet, hot, and very much wanting girlie parts.
She almost detonated on the spot. His mouth on her, down there, his eyes, filled with passion, looking very much like a man on a mission. Brilliant blazing blue and hungry, he didn’t have black eyes. He didn’t have gray skin. He seemed okay.
“Oh yeah, babe,” she moaned. Oh yes, yes, yes!
“Let it go and come hard, baby. This is gonna be fast. I’m gonna bite as soon as you hit it.”
She never would’ve guessed that a few words would take her over the edge like that but those, along with his tongue, and along with his unshaven jaw causing friction on her inner thighs did. They so did. His voice and his tongue lifted her to a celestial place and she free-fell into a gust of sensation that spurted everywhere. At what would’ve been the tail end of her climax he extended it by connecting with his teeth, right on that spot on her inner thigh where he’d bit her the very first time.
She felt the hum, a blooming, and then a tidal wave surged through her. At first it was painful, then sweet, and then confused, then dark and angry, and then soft and sweet again.
It was like an orchestra was in her veins and there were different instruments playing at varying tempos. Sweet and melodic harps, angry dueling violins; it alternated from pain to sweet pain to amazing. It was different. It was scary. It was exciting. She felt dizzy. She was spinning and spinning and her body started to tremble as she hit yet another peak and her mouth opened.
Sensation swirled as she looked down at the man she loved, loving every hair on his head, every tooth in his mouth, and every emotion he was nourishing her with. She had a moment of clarity.
He helps me feel; helps me want to feel.
She heard his zipper and then he grunted her name as he was about to thrust his cock into her.
“Wait,” she
She shakily applied pressure tight to her ankle with a wet washcloth and prayed for the bleeding to stop. It was like time stood still. Then he looked up at her. His face looked normal. His eyes looked normal. She didn’t know what to do so she just sat, wide-eyed. The water was still running and the tub was only minutes away from overflowing. She held the washcloth tighter.
He leaned over and turned the taps off. She swallowed hard.
“Lift the cloth.”
She didn’t move. It was like she was paralyzed. Tristan huffed in a, ‘I’ll do it myself’ manner and leaned over and lifted her ankle slightly and took the cloth from her hand. For a split second it looked okay. Relief washed over her.
Then she saw the red dot spring forward again. She choked on a sob, feeling fear grip her heart as it grew in diameter. She gripped the side of the tub and braced the other hand against the tiled wall to steady herself. Tristan leaned over and put the tip of his tongue to the spot. Kyla’s eyes very nearly bulged from her head.
‘Ahhh,” he groaned loud as her blood touched his tongue and he leaned back for a second and exhaled in slow and staggered breaths. It seemed like that moment was suspended in time. Would he lunge and kill her? Would he be okay? He let go of her ankle and rose from a squat, up straight.
“Bed. Now,” he commanded.
Huh?
He arched a brow at her, looking so unbelievably sexy she thought she might spontaneously combust. She felt a mixture of fear and desire surge through her at the exact same time. She was immobile.
“What part of now don’t you understand?” He flashed a grin.
She gulped, got up, and not-so-steadily reached for the towel but he scooped her out of the tub before she got to it and in a nanosecond, she was on her back on the bed and his shirt was up and over his head. He spread her legs wide and first licked the ankle wound that was now punctuated by a fat droplet of blood and then his tongue traveled up her leg past her knee, up her inner thigh, and landed directly on her more-than-ready wet, hot, and very much wanting girlie parts.
She almost detonated on the spot. His mouth on her, down there, his eyes, filled with passion, looking very much like a man on a mission. Brilliant blazing blue and hungry, he didn’t have black eyes. He didn’t have gray skin. He seemed okay.
“Oh yeah, babe,” she moaned. Oh yes, yes, yes!
“Let it go and come hard, baby. This is gonna be fast. I’m gonna bite as soon as you hit it.”
She never would’ve guessed that a few words would take her over the edge like that but those, along with his tongue, and along with his unshaven jaw causing friction on her inner thighs did. They so did. His voice and his tongue lifted her to a celestial place and she free-fell into a gust of sensation that spurted everywhere. At what would’ve been the tail end of her climax he extended it by connecting with his teeth, right on that spot on her inner thigh where he’d bit her the very first time.
She felt the hum, a blooming, and then a tidal wave surged through her. At first it was painful, then sweet, and then confused, then dark and angry, and then soft and sweet again.
It was like an orchestra was in her veins and there were different instruments playing at varying tempos. Sweet and melodic harps, angry dueling violins; it alternated from pain to sweet pain to amazing. It was different. It was scary. It was exciting. She felt dizzy. She was spinning and spinning and her body started to tremble as she hit yet another peak and her mouth opened.
Sensation swirled as she looked down at the man she loved, loving every hair on his head, every tooth in his mouth, and every emotion he was nourishing her with. She had a moment of clarity.
He helps me feel; helps me want to feel.
She heard his zipper and then he grunted her name as he was about to thrust his cock into her.
“Wait,” she
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