“Certain,” I said my voice coming out like an excited whimper, causing him to smile even more. He leaned down onto me, holding his body just off the top of me, his lips meeting mine, our tongues, lips, moving together in rhythm. My hips uncontrollably rocked again. I didn’t want the anticipation this time. I wanted all of him, and I wanted him now.
Shuffling together on top of the sheets, we undressed each other slowly. I grabbed Henry, holding his full length in my hands. He pulsed as I pulled in an almost musical rhythm, the exact rhythm I hoped he moved in when he placed himself inside of me.
Henry kissed down my neck and the top of my breasts, pulling my hands away from him, pinning them behind my head to the bed. He smirked. The length of him was pressed against me now and the way that he was looking at me alone, made me moan. I couldn’t calm myself down.
“I’m going to ask you one more time Molly, are you sure?” His voice was still a grumble as I nodded my head.
“Yes, yes I’m sure, I wish you would just fill me already.” I couldn’t believe that those words came out of my mouth, but I was begging for it now. I wanted him to ease my anticipation already and release me into fits of pleasure.
Henry leaned in close to me, his naked body pressed firmly against mine as he whispered in my ear. “And you’re okay with a little blood?”
“Yes,” I sighed and although I couldn’t see his face, I could feel his smile against my neck. After last night, I was more than okay with a little blood. I trusted him, and we were safe, the small cut that he had made on my collarbone for his pleasure, I remember hoping it would scar. That it would come up as a mark on my body, as a way to show that he was mine and I was his. A battle scar of our love. He had been so gentle with me and today it looked like nothing but a thin scratch, one that I knew would fade.
“Okay,” he whispered again, “then I need you to be a good girl for me, Miss Molly, and stay very still, can you do that for me?”
I nodded, moaning again as he let go of my hands I kept them above my head, following his sexy demand. He grabbed a tight hold of my hips, running his tongue slowly down the middle of my body until he reached my belly button. He grabbed hold of my legs, wrapping his arms underneath mythighs, spreading them open and locking me into his hold as I lay naked and now completely open and exposed to him.
He gently kissed up and down the inside of each of my thighs, and I swear I was dripping right in front of him as I tried so hard to keep my hips still.
His tongue lingered on the inside of my left leg, and I was about to explode right then and there even without any direct touch from where I really wanted him.
Then I moaned as he dropped his face right in between my legs, his tongue moving slowly up and down me, lingering right in between the lips of my vulva. I cried out in pleasure, the heat within me ready to be released. One more ever-so-gentle movement of his tongue bought me to my edge, ready to release every little bit of pleasure inside of me right into his mouth. Then he drew his teeth and bit down so fucking hard.
My moan turned into a deafening scream as I tried to kick my legs. But he had me locked in his hold and I couldn’t move. My scream turned into a squeal. I felt faint, the peak of my orgasm had turned into the most excruciating pain that I had ever felt in my entire life.
“Stop, fucking stop!” I screamed, punching his shoulder. “Stop!” I wailed as tears fell from my eyes, and finally he unclenched his jaw from my exposed lips, drawing blood as he sucked it up. Soothing the pain, my body fell limp and I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Exhausted, shaky and in shock, I lay there weeping until he was done sucking up the mess he had made. He grunted and I felt the fast movementof his hand on his cock, as he sucked up my blood, crying out when he finally released himself on the bed.
He let go of me, and my legs collapsed. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to look at him, tears still running down my cheeks as he curled up next to me, wanting to pull me into him. My body was limp, and I fell into his hold, as he spooned me.
The two of us lay in silence and the way that he held me, felt nothing like it did just a couple of minutes before. I was completely numb, apart from the throbbing pain in between my legs. My tears dried as a large lump began to form in my throat.
“Molly.”
“Mmm,” was all I could manage.
“Once I start, I can’t stop,” he said, clearing his throat as he let go of my naked body. I kept my back turned to him and he shuffled around on the bed. “I thought that this was completely welcome but now I can see that it is my error in our miscommunication and some boundaries need to be set.” His voice had become so cold, causing the lump in my throat to expand. Fuck, fuck. He was so right, I wanted this, I had told him that I had wanted this, I wanted to be the one who could give him this, after everything that he had given me… but I couldn’t give him that. Whatever that was, was fucking horrible.
“No,” I croaked. “It’s not just your error, it’s our error, I’m just as much a participant in this too.”
I felt him move around me, making his way to the floor as he redressed himself. I wiped the tears from my face, blinking a couple of times hoping that they weren’t red.
Henry handed me my clothes, at first his face looked completely expressionless. I stared into his eyes so many times and I felt like I could not only read his mind but understand each emotion that flooded my body. But right now, I was completely confused. Was he sad? Upset? Ashamed? Disappointed? I couldn’t tell.
But then he forced a smile, and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “C’mon, let’s get you on land, and make sure that you’re okay.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
The doctor had given me the all clear and Jackie had served me up another seafood feast. Although this time it was Mexican style: fish tacos, some Mexican crackers topped with scallops and prawns and sides of salsa and sweet potato chips.
Mexican food was my favorite food, my comfort food and after everything that had happened today. It was like she knew that was the exact thing I needed. Or maybe it was Dylan… Maybe Dylan was back on chef duties tonight and he knew. I so badly wanted to duck my head into the kitchen, but Henry didn’t leave my side all night. He sat close to me, resting his hand on my lap as I soothed my stomach with Mexican, in a mix of pure exhaustion, possibly a side of heat stroke and the excruciating pain in between my legs. I devoured another fish taco hoping that it would be the one that would take this uneasy feeling that was circling around my stomach reaching it’s way up my spine. When I wiggled around, I could feel the burn between my legs and wondered if I was still bleeding. But filling my belly and the heaviness of my eyes and body, soothed the pain purely because I didn’t have the energy to focus on it.
Aaron and Dr. Cayman joined us for dinner. I was just finishing up our goodbyes and thank you’s as Jackie saw them back out to the helicopter. It took everything in me not to tell the doctor about the real pain I was in. But I kept my mouth shut, hoping that it would magically go away, I would wake up and I would be healed. Henry turned towards me, wrapping me up in his arms, and I felt like all I needed to do was to rest my head on his shoulder and I could fall asleep standing up.
“Let’s get you to bed,” Henry whispered in my ear, and I nodded, following him to the elevator without hesitation.
I didn’t bother showering. I didn’t know how the water would feel when it ran down in between my legs. Not only did I not want to know how it felt, I didn’t want to see how it looked.
I watched Henry, as he puttered around the room, his head deep in his phone, as he traced circles around me. The man that loved, the man that I had made mine, the man with the fetish that I had welcomed, and he had taken it too far. Not that I had the right to say that when we really hadn’t spoken about any boundaries in the first place. I just didn’t want him to hurt me. But I never voiced that, and he had.
