Page 35 of White Wings of Desire

"Not at all. I just didn't expect it," she says, lifting her head to look at me with a smile before she leans closer and presses her lips to mine. I blink several times, surprised by the kiss.

She spreads her legs and straddles my hips as she lies on top of me, her soft tits covered by my shirt, pressing against my chest. My hands slide from her hips to her ass, cupping her cheeks and squeezing her tender flesh. A familiar warmth pools in my abdomen, and my blood shoots between my legs. It takes every ounce of self-control in me not to throw her onto the bed and take what I want. I don't care about the period blood, but she said she doesn't feel comfortable enough for sex right now. I will respect that, but it is so fucking difficult, because, in all honesty, I want nothing more than to be covered in her blood. A low moan escapes me as she readjusts her position, accidentally or intentionally putting more of her weight on my now hard cock. "Sorry," I say in a hushed voice, as my lips brush against hers.

"It's okay."

"Are you sure?" I ask, and she nods, then puts her hands on my shoulders, pushing herself up and looking down at me lying in the pillows.

"I should be the one asking if you are sure you really want this."

I can't help the mischievous little grin that spreads across my face. "Dove, I want nothing more than you to paint my cock red," I say with a husky voice. Her grip on my shoulder tightens, and I watch as she sucks her lower lip between her teeth, nervously chewing the kissable soft flesh. Her cheeks heat up and turn a deeper shade of red, as if she had too much wine.

"Before we do it, two simple rules." Her voice is thick with nervous energy. "Number one, no oral. Number two, you can finger me, but no licking your fingers clean."

A low groan is enough to express my disappointment. "But what if I want to taste you?"

"No."

"But—"

"If you break one of the rules, we stop immediately," she insists.

"Understood." I accept my loss.

"Good." She smiles and plants a soft kiss on my lips. Eager to take what I want, I slip my hands under the soft fabric of her shirt, lift the material until I can pull it over her head, and toss it aside–leaving her in nothing but my boxers. With my feet propped up on the mattress, I flip her over and drop her down into the soft pillows, then crawl between her spread legs. I lower myself onto her and crash my mouth against hers in a passionate, messy kiss. Still separated by the thin layer of fabric that covers us both, I grind my hard cock against her, hungry for friction. Her arms fly around my shoulders, and she digs her fingers into my skin. Her moans are muffled by my tongue invading her mouth.

I balance my body weight with my right arm, not wanting to crush her. With my left hand, I cup one of her perfectly sized tits. I have never been a fan of big boobs. Hers aren’t too big and not too small, just the way I like them–fitting perfectly in the palm of my hand. I give the soft flesh a playful squeeze before pinching her hard nipple between my fingers. In response, she squirms and whimpers underneath me.

Letting go of her tit, I move my hand between us, pushing past the waistband of my borrowed boxers to her cunt. I press my finger against her sensitive clit, and she bucks her hips forward to meet my touch. "You're already so fucking wet for me," I whisper against her lips, trailing soft kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jaw and down her neck. I push my fingers between her folds, brushing against her exposed flesh. It feels different, thicker than normal. She moans at the pressure of my fingers against her throbbing opening, but we're not there yet. Drenched in arousal and blood, my fingers return to her clit, circling the tiny bundle of nerves in slippery motions. The growing pressure between my legs is almost unbearable, and I force myself to slow down because all I want is to dive right into that waiting crimson pool of blood.

"More," she begs between moans, her nails bruising my already scarred skin.

I can't resist her begging and push my finger between her folds and press against her opening. Her body welcomes my intrusion, but I freeze when I feel something against the tip of my fingers inside her that shouldn't be there, at least not if we are going to take this any further.

When I slide my fingers out of her, she whines in response. I pull back to make enough room for me to grab the waistband of her boxers and pull the fabric off of her. A look of confusion spreads across her beautiful flushed face. But I ignore her, trying to avoid her eyes, I spread her legs where I see the small thread of the object that interrupted me.

My target.

I grab the string and pull. Every inch of her body tenses. I watch her cunt closely, observing every pulse of her muscles as the tampon slides out. I don't even have to look at her to see the horror on her face; I can feel it. When I have the blood-soaked little meddler where I want it, I grab a handful of tissues, wrap it up, and toss it aside.

I then turn and look at her with a reassuring smile. Her face is flushed, and she looks like she is about to bolt. Sliding back between her legs, I lower myself onto her, pressing my lips against hers, trying to distract her from the small, unwelcome interruption.

She throws her arms around my shoulders while I dominate the passionate exchange of our lips, and slowly but surely, she eases back into our shared moment. Her hands run down my back, her nails bumping into the uneven ridges of my scars. She dips her hands into my boxers and cups my ass in her hands, forcing me to grind against her.

"Impatient, are we?"

"Shut up and fuck me," she says between her ragged breaths and pushes down the waistband of my boxers, freeing my hard cock.

"No more foreplay?" I help her and toss the unwanted piece of clothing aside.

"No, I need you to be inside me. Now." She moans.

"As you wish."

I love the fact that she is as impatient as I am. I push myself up on my knees again and look down at the mess she has become. Her braid has come loose, and her hair is spread all over the sheets. Her body is glistening with sweat. And her cunt is a work of art. Thick Blood mixed with her arousal paints her skin from the source between her legs all over her inner thighs. I bite my lower lip, resisting the urge to dive in head first. Today, I won't be dining. I'll just be looking. One day, she might let me have a taste of her blood.

I grab her thighs and drag her across the bed closer to me, drawing a startled yelp from her, and I shove a pillow under her ass to keep her up. I lift one of her feet to rest on my shoulder and slide my hand between us, wrapping my fingers around my cock and giving myself a few good pumps. My attention falls on her cunt as I slip the head of my cock between her folds, watching her arousal and her blood coat my length. When I look at her, I find her eyes on me, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she waits for me to thrust in.

I grip her leg tight and push through the small opening. Her body welcomes me and allows me to thrust in with ease. I shut my eyes, my breath stuttering at the sensation of her dripping heat wrapping around me. She moans, her muscles contracting in waves, squeezing me tight. God, I love this woman. She has ruined me, and I will never be able to fuck any other woman again.

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