“There’s blood,” she protests, as if I wasn’t aware of that.
“There was blood four years ago too,” I point out, putting my hands under her hem and running them up the cool skin of her calves.She doesn’t have stockings on, and even that feels illicit.
“I’m not even wearing…,” she begins, putting her forearm across her eyes as if she can’t bear to watch me.“I ran out of cloth, so I don’t…It’s just…”
I have to admit, I’ve never been with a woman while she’s having her monthly bleeds, so part of me is drawn to the forbidden notion of it, of witnessing something so private and secret and raw.It gets me harder than anything.
But Kat is too shy to do anything, so I push her skirt up around her hips.
She’s not wearing any drawers at all, and there’s just a hint ofred around her opening, faint smears along the inside of her soft thighs, and it’s a damn beautiful sight.
“You’re barely bleeding,” I assure her, my voice sounding thick with want.“This is nothing compared to the ritual.”
“I don’t want you to think of me as dirty and unclean,” she protests.“I took a bath this morning, I—”
Before she can finish her sentence, I shove my face between her legs.
“Brom!”she gasps, but I just grab hold of her thighs and hold her open for me.The taste of blood hits my tongue, mixed with the scent of soap and the essence of what’s undeniablyher.It acts like an elixir, like magic, a fever spreading through me, making my skin hot, making my cock so hard and hungry.
I am completely feral for this woman.
And she loves it.
Her hands go to my hair, grabbing on tight, her hips rocking up to meet my lips and my tongue as I ravage her, and I know that deep down, she’s no different than I am.That she enjoys sinking into the mire, to the depths of our savagery, our primal instincts taking over until we’re just animals fucking because we don’t know what else there is.
She is my equal.
We are one and the same.
“Don’t stop,” she cries out, her back bowing against the hay, and I nip her clit between my teeth until she bucks and squirms, panting for breath, moaning, and I feel as if I’m the one submitting here, submitting to this dark desire that has me in a choke hold.
I eat her out, wet and messy, swallowing down her blood andarousal, and then she tenses, and I can feel her teetering at the edge before she goes over, letting out a string of expletives that make me smile against her.
She comes hard and loud, her thighs shaking and squeezing the sides of my head, her body convulsing beneath me, and I’ve never seen such a raw and primitive sight before.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
And I am so fucking hard.
“Oh God,” she whimpers as I pull back.“If there was any innocence left in me…”
“There’s no innocence left in you, Kat,” I rasp, pulling down my trousers and taking out my cock as I cover her with my body, one hand holding her hands pinned over her head.“I made sure to wring out every last bit.”
She stares up at me with wild eyes, hungry eyes.
“You like that, don’t you?”I grind out, as she raises her hips, and I position the head of my cock at her cunt, my teeth gritting as I hold myself back.“You like that you’re filthy, deviant, unclean.A heathen like me.”
She swallows hard, nodding, moving her hips again, my crown just stroking her now.
“You like it when I call you a whore, when I think of you as bad, as dirty?You’ll get no praise from me, little slut.”
Her expression turns molten, a hint of a smile on her lips that makes her look like she’s happily sinning.
“You talk too much,” she says.
My eyes go wide with surprise before I release her hands and let out a low growl, shoving the full length of my cock into her in a brutal, savage manner.
She cries out, sounding like she’s choking, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, then my back, but I give no quarter.I pump mercilessly into her, rutting her hard into the hay, and she meets me on every bruising thrust with the raise of her hips.I could get carried away, I could come right here, and it would be over in an instant.
