Page 80 of Bloom: Part 1

“You can’t hurt yourself because of me.”

I offered my hand to him, blood seeping out of the cut. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself anymore. If it’s blood you need, then let it be mine.”

For a moment, he hesitated, his gaze flickering between the wound and my eyes. Slowly he brought my palm to his lips. The warmth of his mouth contrasted with the sting of the cut. His tongue was gentle as he tasted my blood, a connection as intimate as it was startling.

The air in the bathroom thickened. Bloom’s gaze met mine. His pupils dilated, swallowing the green of his irises. He pulled away, my blood smeared over his lips. A shiver ran down myspine. The front of my pants was tight against the zipper of my jeans.

The fierce need to have him right in front of his altar consumed me, and I pulled him into my arms. Our bodies crushed together, and his bloodstained lips found mine in a fevered kiss. My heart hammered, but I had no fear or doubt left in me about him. My eyes prickled with tears. This man who worshiped me, who bled for me, was mine, and I was his.

He broke away from the kiss, panting heavily. His eyes burned with an intensity that made my heart flutter. He glanced at the altar, then back at me. He grabbed the hem of my shirt, tugged it up, and threw it onto the floor. His touch seared my skin, a brand of ownership and devotion.

I mirrored his actions, discarding our clothes until we were naked. The heat flickering from the candles seemed to intensify against our naked flesh. Bloom’s gaze swept over me with so much adoration and reverence it was overwhelming.

“Silly, Bloom.” I caressed the graceful curve of his neck. “You’re the one who deserves to be worshiped. Don’t you know that? Today I’ll show you.”

I found towels in the storage over the toilet and spread them out on the floor.

“Do you have any lube?” I asked.

“In the night table. The one on the left.”

I hurried to the bedroom and found the bottle of lube with the seal unbroken. I returned to him, laid him down on the towel, and covered his body with mine. He hitched a leg over my hip, moaning into my mouth. Tearing my lips away, I set about on my expedition of his body. He trembled beneath me, but I kept going, kissing and suckling his skin, even when he begged me to make him come.

“Not yet. I promised you I’d worship all of you. Every single inch.”

He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer. My lips traced a path from his jawline down to his collarbone, then descended farther still, leaving a trail of hot kisses over his chest. He writhed beneath me, gasping for breath and muttering my name in desperate tones that only encouraged me.

“Logan, please.”

“I’ve heard your pleas this time, Bloom, and I’ll answer them.”

My journey continued, hands wandering over his toned abdomen, tracing each muscle with delicate reverence that elicited a shudder each time. I kissed my way down toward his navel, savoring the taste of his skin mixed with the faint tang of blood lingering in my mouth.

With every caress and kiss I administered, I let him feel the depth of my devotion mirrored back to him, what he had been giving me all this time.

As I finally reached the juncture of his thighs, his back arched off the towel. I took him into my hand gently, stroking him lovingly as if he were the most precious thing on earth. Bloom bucked against my touch, eyes glazed over with desire and cheeks flushed ever so prettily.

Pressing his legs open wide, I licked down his taint to his pink hole. A shudder ran through him as I circled his entrance with my tongue, teasing him until he was squirming beneath me. If I wasn’t already aware of how much he loved me rimming him, I would definitely know then. He clenched the towel, his breath coming out in short, shuddering gasps.

“Logan…Logan…” He keened my name like a prayer, his voice cracking on each syllable. Every moan and whimper was a hymn, which spurred me on to dart my tongue inside him. I coaxed a surprised yelp from him. He bucked his hips wildly, and I clamped a hand down on his thigh, steadying him while I continued to explore him.

“Please, please,” Bloom sobbed. “I can’t take it anymore.”

He was shaking against me. I hadn’t planned to have sex with him again so soon after taking his virginity last night, but his flushed, naked body was calling for me to bestow my blessing upon him. How could I let down the one who believed in me most?

With my free hand, I grabbed the lube, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers. I coated them well, then slipped a finger into Bloom alongside my tongue. Slowly I penetrated him, adding another finger and stretching him loose.

“Now. Please, now.”

I cursed under my breath, taking my cock in hand and guiding it to his entrance. I rubbed the head of my arousal against him, teasing as I pressed just the tip inside. His body spasmed beneath me, and he dug his fingers into my back.

“Looooooooogan.”

For once, I wished he wouldn’t use that name.

Mindful of how much he’d had to accept from me last night, I worked the tip of me inside him, fucking him with shallow thrusts.

“Deeper,” he whimpered, his hold on my back becoming more forceful.

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