Page 80 of Desire

“Let me get a towel and start drying your hair before you catch a chill,” Eadric said, retreating.

Edmund’s cloth dragged over the spot Eadric’s had. My eyes snapped open, and his hungry gaze captured mine.

“I need to hear you, Trouble. Just for me. Please.” The cloth brushed over me again then disappeared, and his fingers brushed over my dusting of hair.

He touched me gently, exploring. Feeling places I’d only ever touched while washing and not the way he touched me. A small gasp escaped when he parted me and found that place that brought so much pleasure.

“Keep your eyes open, Trouble. I want to see everything.”

I snapped my eyes open, not realizing I’d closed them.

“Good girl.” His finger circled that spot until I was moving my hips under the water. Then he gently plucked at it.

“Eyes, Kellen. Open them.”

I opened them once more but couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than the building tension in my center.

“Please,” I murmured.

“Not her mouth. I want to watch her,” he said a moment before Eadric’s fingers tangled in my hair. He tilted my head and kissed his way along my neck while his other hand found my nipple.

My whimpers filled the cottage. I could feel Edmund’s desire. Its intensity glowed brightly for me. Only me.

“Yes, that’s it,” Edmund said as my hips lifted to demand more.

The tip of his finger brushed my opening. “This is where you want me, isn’t it?” He teased that place while his thumb continued to circle higher. He dipped his fingertip farther in, and I shattered with a scream.

Edmund’s mouth closed over mine, stealing the sound and my air as he kissed me with a savage need. Pulse by pulse, my release ripped through me, gripping the end of his finger. He tore his mouth from mine and caught my chin.

“Look at me, Trouble.”

I fought to open my eyes.

The pressure between my legs increased as he slowly inserted more of his finger. I liked the feeling until the unexpected stab of pain. The lingering pleasure vanished, and I grabbed his arm, stopping him, though I knew it was already too late. He’d claimed what I’d dreamed of giving to him and his brothers.

“Breathe, Sparrow,” Eadric said. “The pain is already fading, isn’t it?”

I turned my head and saw him kneeling beside the tub. He held a towel and the end of my hair.

“Trust us. We’re trying not to hurt you,” he said. “Would you like a kiss?”

I nodded and tipped my head to welcome his gentle kiss. While his lips were on mine, Edmund moved the finger inside of me. It didn’t send another stab of pain through me, but it didn’t feel as nice as it had before, either.

When he withdrew, I sagged in relief.

Eadric drew back and smiled at me. “Better?” he asked.

“Yes.” I glanced at Edmund with a frown. “That hurt.”

Then I saw his finger coated with blood.

My eyes went wide, and I shot to my feet. Pink water ran from between my legs.

“Breathe, Sparrow. You’re not hurt. I think it’s your monthlies. The bundle I brought has everything you need. The tea Brandle brewed will help with any discomfort.”

Embarrassment consumed me. I grabbed the towel from Eadric and pressed it to my front, hiding what I could of my nakedness.

“Leave. Please.” I barely managed to speak the strangled words.

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