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“You missed a room on the tour,” she gasps as I drag my tongue along the length of her neck.

“Oh?” I breathe.

“I’m rather curious about your bedroom.” I press my mouth to the base of her throat before throwing her over my shoulder.

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CALLUM

Ava squeals as I push open my door with my foot and drop her onto my bed. Once more, I’m on her in an instant, pushing up her shirt again, both hands grazing the ridges on her soft skin. When I feel the underwire of her bra, I lift her up to pull the fabric over her head. Her bra is gone a moment later and I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She arches into me, threading her fingers into my hair. I reach for her jeans when I feel her hands latch onto my wrists, stopping me.

“Fuck, wait,” she groans. I study her, alarmed.

“Ava? What’s wrong?” She looks pained as she responds.

“I’m so sorry,” she groans again as she drags her hands over her face in frustration. “I just started my period today, and I only had pads.” I burst out laughing and Ava looks bewildered.

“What—" she begins, but I cut her off with a kiss. I leave my lips close to her mouth as I respond.

“Baby, I might as well have won the fucking lottery. Don’t apologize for that, ever.” She takes an unsteady breath, eyes dark and hungry.

“But your sheets,” she interjects. I stop her again.

“I can get new ones. Or Jesus, maybe I’ll keep them to use as decor.” She looks aghast.

“You’re sick,” she claims, but she’s breathless and can’t put any indignation into the statement.

“I know,” I admit before picking her up, pulling the duvet down and depositing this beautiful woman back onto my sheets. We fall silent as I unbutton her pants, slowly peeling the tight denim from her hips and legs. She’s been bleeding heavily, coating the insides of her thighs and has stained her underwear. She brings her legs together, but I run my hands up her thighs.

“Don’t hide from me, Ava,” I plead. Her expression softens into something vulnerable. She opens herself to me, and I drag down her soiled undergarment. Her pussy is covered in blood, looking like a beautiful sort of massacre.

“Fuck,” I groan and bring my fingers to her core. I circle her clit a few times, feeling hypnotized by the throaty moans coming from her mouth.

I plunge a finger into her slick heat, moaning when my hand comes away red before adding a second finger. I curl them against the sensitive spot just beyond her opening, her thighs are squeezing around my hand. Just as I know she’s close, I remove my fingers and she cries out.

“No, please. Please,” she begs. I don’t respond as I trace the scars on her stomach with my bloody hand. She whimpers and writhes on the mattress. Her pupils are blown wide as I climb off the bed. I rip off my clothes, needing to feel her bare skin against mine, before pumping my cock a few times with my blood-stained hand. Ava gasps and sits up on her elbows.

“Cal, wait. The blood… we need a condom.” I place my tip against her folds, painting it red.

“We’re long past that, sweetheart. Or have you already forgotten how it felt to be filled with my cum?”

Her cheeks flush a matching shade of crimson again as I back up slightly and thrust my fingers back inside her. Ava’s back arches off the mattress, lifting her belly into the air. The dim light illuminates her scars, now covered in dried blood. I pump my fingers into her mercilessly, but when she starts clenching down, I pull out.

“Oh my god, Cal please,” she cries. She presses the heels of her hands into her eyes. Fingers fresh with blood, I paint the scars on her thighs.

“What are you asking for?” She lifts her head and looks at me imploringly. She doesn’t want to say what she wants, but she’ll soon find out that I won’t give it to her until she tells me.

I plunge another finger inside her opening, pump into her a few times, then pull out. I repeat this several times until she shrieks in frustration.

“Cal,” she sobs. I grab her by the jaw and force her to look at me.

“Tell me what you want, Viper.” She looks back and forth between my eyes, looking for the trick.

“Please,” she whispers. “Please let me come.” I kiss her gently.

“Was that so hard?” She bares her teeth at me.

I settle between her legs and use two fingers to spread her slit. I brace one hand on her belly as I insert my fingers again, thrusting them in and out as I bring my mouth to her clit and suck it into my mouth. Salt and copper overwhelm my taste buds as I lick her from her small opening to the top of her slit.

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