Page 63 of Like a Hurricane

“I’d be in the wrong line of work if I was afraid of a little blood, princess,” I keep toying with her sensitive breasts, watching as goose bumps chase over her skin, despite the heat from the shower. “We’re in the shower, it’ll wash away.”

Her fingers grow lax, and I pull away from her grip, sliding my hand down the softness of her stomach and to that warm, inviting space between her legs.

I work through her folds, teasing and toying with her until she’s a writhing mess in front of me, her ass pushing back onto the hardness of my cock.

“You make me crazy,” She moans, her head rolling back to rest on my shoulder.

“The feeling is mutual, little storm,” I steal her mouth with mine, forcing my tongue between her lips as I spear two fingers into her.

“Oh god,” she cries, “You should stop, Rett, the blood.”

I look down to see red streaks snaking down her inner thighs, much lighter in color since it’s diluted by the water but it’s there.

“I don’t care,” I assure her.

“I just…” She breathes, “No one has ever.”

“Doyouwant me to stop?” I pause my hand; I mean it was entirely possible she was uncomfortable with this, and I didn’t want to push boundaries with her.

“Well, no,” She tells me with a slight shake in her tone, “it’s periods are, you know…”

“Know what?” I laugh, “A completely normal and natural part of a woman’s life?”

“You really don’t care?” She laughs in disbelief, so I prove it to her. I keep my fingers moving inside of her, pressing my thumb to her clit and circling it slowly.

“Oh,” She stutters, throwing out an arm to steady herself as her knees buckle. I chuckle, grinning against her neck as I keep pleasuring her, using my hand to play her body like she was my very own instrument, and I was the only master who knew how it worked.

“Nothing will ever stop me from worshipping you, little storm,” I whisper in her ear, my voice a rasp that’s almost swallowed by the sound of the water running from the shower.

“Rett, I’m going to come,” She moans.

“Good, let me have it,” I demand, putting more pressure to her clit and feeling it when she ultimately detonates. Her cry bounces off the tiles, playing like a sweet symphony in my head.

But I wasn’t done with her.

Ineedher. Spinning her, I grasp the backs of her thighs and lift, pushing her back against the tiles and thrust, entering her warm, wet body swiftly.

I grunt at the sensation of her body stretching to fit me, as my cock fills her entirely. Her nails claw at my shoulders, biting through my skin to leave it raw and bleeding. But I took the pain and gave it back in pleasure, thrusting into her hard and fast. My fingers sink into the flesh of her thighs as I hold her up the wall, the slickness of the tile aiding her body as it moves with each pump of my hips.

“You feel so fucking good, princess,” I groan, looking down between our bodies, watching my cock disappear into her body. “Your cunt was made for me, you know that?”

“Yes,” She cries.

“All of you was made for me,” I tell her, “Every perfect inch of you.”

“Rett,” Her nails claw harder.

“Are you going to come for me princess?”

“Please,” She begs.

“Hold on to me,” I order.

Her arms wind around my neck and her thighs tighten on my waist, allowing me to let go of one thigh to slip a hand between us, putting my attention back to her clit to push her over the ledge once more. She shatters against me, forcing my own climax from me.

I spill into her, filling her with me as she continues to clench and contract around me.

Arryn slumps against my shoulder, breathing hard. Gently, I unhook her legs and help her to standing, keeping her steady while she gets her bearing.

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