Page 54 of Our Blood, Our Pain

Jules catches my eyes in the mirror and smirks at me with a look so sultry, I almost feel shy.

“Want me to put my stamp back on you? Hmm?”

Again, I get swept up in the bubble that’s all Jules. Nodding my head frantically in agreement, as I can’t find my voice to speak. Too needy for him to get started.

“Turn around,” he whisper growls, that deep voice causing my eyes to roll back with how sexy he sounds.

I turn and Jules buries his face in my neck, and starts to suck. I grab onto his shoulders so tightly, my fingers digging into his flesh to help with the pain. It hurts so fucking good. After he is done with the first, he proceeds to do the same on the front of my throat and the other side of my neck. His lips hold on to my skin so tightly, the uncomfortable pressure has me squirming, and I start pushing his head harder into my skin, needing more. I begin to mewl as he moves down to my torso and repeats this hickey ritual.

“Oh god, Jules. Suck my nipples, mark them too.”

I’m frantic with need, my nipples are so hard, dying to be treated the same way with that talented mouth. Jules doesn’t question and moves down to my left nipple first, but he doesn’t suck, he bites. Hard.

“Fuck!”

That fucking hurts, but as he licks the bite, the sting travels over my body to every erogenous zone. Goosebumps cover every inch of me as he sucks around the buds, it’s borderline too much. He moves over to my other nipple and treats it the exact same, I look down and see a speckle of blood on one of my nipples from the bite and it turns me on even more.

“I’m bleeding,” I rasp. Jules looks up at me from under those thick lashes.

“Only a little. Your blood on my tongue tastes so fucking good.”

My head falls back on a moan at his words, his mouth assaults me further, down to my stomach, the suction is so hard all the tenderness I’ve missed returns, filling me with happiness.

“Now you look perfect again,” he says as he stands in front of me, inspecting his work. I spin around and look back in the mirror and my eyes widen. These hickeys are larger and angrier than the last ones. I love them. My new favorite outfit. My nipples are red raw and swollen, when I touch them I wince. Having material rub against them today is going to hurt, but it’ll be a reminder of Jules. How he owns me.

“Get that sexy ass of yours ready. We’re late as it is.”

“Do I have to leave the house? I’m gonna die of shame when I see the guys.”

“Yes you do have to leave the house. Deal with it.”

“Whatever.”

Jules grabs my balls and yanks on them hard.

“Ow, what the hell?”

“Attitude, sweetheart. I’ve already warned you twice now.”

“Okay, but can you let go?”

Jules grins and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me sore, horny, and a total bitch in heat for him.

Half an hour later, Jules and I are walking into the main house, where we’re greeted by Aaron. He leaps out of his seat, excitement sparkles in those big brown eyes, and I’ve no idea why he is so happy to see us.

“Oh man, Jules, that was fucking epic yesterday. I haven’t even washed the blood off Steve yet as it looks so pretty.”

“Happy to entertain,” Jules says, his voice level as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Why? What happened yesterday?” I ask, totally confused.

Aaron is behaving like an excitable puppy, and its freakin’ me the fuck out.

“You didn’t tell him, Jules?”

“Wasn’t important,” Jules says with another shrug, before heading over to the counter to make a coffee.

“Can someone fill me in?” I ask.

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