Page 90 of Devil's Tulip

“Michael! No! I’m bleeding out of my vagina.” Her words end on a breathless giggle as she runs away from me.

It’s like she doesn't remember who I am. “Do I look like a little blood would make me squeamish?” I stalk towards her. “I don’t care.”

“Well, I do.” She yelps when my fingers graze her wrist and tries to jump back, but I’ve got her. “Michael…” she whines.

“Let’s make a compromise. We’ll try it once, and if you don’t like it, I’ll never bring it up again.”

“But I?—”

I shut up her protest with a kiss. A deep, filthy kiss that immediately has her moaning into my mouth, her arms wrapping around my neck. Victory lashes through me, and I grunt as all the blood left in my head rushes straight to my cock, leaving me dizzy and starving for more.

I feed her my tongue, and she takes it greedily, fingertips digging into my skin as the kiss becomes wetter, more intense. My hands slide to her waist, my thumbs rubbing slow, firm circles along her lower back, and she moans, shuddering against me at the pressure.

Fuck. She’s killing me.

Without breaking the kiss, I lift her into my arms. She locks her legs around my waist, kissing me back with equal amounts of fervor, as I walk us towards the bed.

I drop her onto the mattress, her dark hair fanning out over the silk sheets. She pushes some strands out of her eyes and blinks at me as I climb over her, undoing her pants.

“Wait.”

“Shhh.” I press a kiss to her hipbone as I slide the fabric down her legs. Tossing it aside, I push up her top to expose the pretty swell of her belly.

My mouth waters, and I lean down, thrusting my tongue into the inviting hole of her belly button, tasting her, savoring the way her fingers clench against my shoulders.

She moans, body shifting beneath me, but I don’t move on just yet. I give her belly button—and the skin surrounding it—undivided attention, my lips and tongue working her over until she’s too lost in pleasure to think about her fear of having bloody sex with me.

But the anticipation coils tight in my muscles.

Enough waiting.

Still keeping the pressure of my mouth on her belly, I hook my fingers into the hem of her panties and drag them down her legs in one long pull. Only then do I move back and drop my gaze to her sweet cunt.

No blood.

I frown uncomprehendingly. What the fuck?

When I glance up, Gianna’s hooded eyes clear, and she shifts uncomfortably before snapping her legs shut.

“I–I meant my period will come sometime tonight,” she stammers. “And, um, if I orgasm, the contractions will just make it come faster, so I was–Iam–trying to delay it.”

She’s lying through her damn teeth. What the hell is she up to? My gut tells me it has something to do with the visitor from earlier. What the fuck did Elira tell her? If that woman’s conspiring with my wife to dupe me, there will be hell to pay—Maximo be damned.

I push her lies away and let it go for now. I’ll figure out what’s going on later.

Right now, my focus is on this.

I press another lingering kiss to her belly, and my crotch tightens at the thought that, right this second, there’s a possibility my child might be growing inside her.

It’s too soon to know, obviously. We only had sex a few hours ago. But just the idea alone arouses me beyond imagination.

Not only do I get an heir, but it will also tighten our bond, ensuring she never leaves me.

Her hands slowly cradle the back of my scalp as I linger on her belly, and I glance up to find her staring at me, some strange emotion swirling in those golden eyes.

I should fuck her again just to make sure my seed takes root.

My cock hardens immediately as the thought surfaces, and biting urges snap at me to tear her legs apart and rut between them until we both cum.

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