Chapter14
Cian
I’d stared at her for so long after she fell asleep, a voice inside of my mind told me she was dead. I kept watchin’ the rise and fall of her chest. Kept stickin’ my finger underneath her nose to feel the warmth of her breath.
It was like she was so far underneath my skin that she was as permanent as blood. As vital as it too. Even though I knew it was normal for her to bleed the first time, the memory of it kept fuckin’ with my head.
The thought of losin’ her…
I stood from the bed, pacin’ the floor. I had no fuckin’ clue what to do with myself. I needed her awake. Smilin’ at me, warmin’ me like the sun. Laughin’ in that carefree way she had.
My cock ached to be buried inside her again. I knew what to do with it when I was alone, but I wasn’t. And a fist couldn’t compare to being inside of her.
Tight. Slick. Warm.
A mindless bliss that also kept me rooted.
A perfect chaos only a woman could cause.
My woman.
The thought of it was drivin’ me mad.
What if she needed the sleep, though? What if she got sick because I was a selfish bastard? She was such a wee thing. Even the bed ate her up.
Maybe she needed somethin’ to replenish the blood? Red meat to get her iron up? I’d find somethin’ in the kitchen. If we were all out, I’d kill somethin’ for her.
“Cian?”
At the sound of her soft voice, my feet stopped like she controlled them.
“Yeah.” My voice came out ragged.
She sat up, rubbin’ her palms against her eyes. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, covering her breasts, and I never wanted her to take it down for anyone but me. The woman was beautiful when it was pulled up, but she turned into somethin’ else entirely when her hair flowed down.
A mystical creature from one of the books she loved so much.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
Words were lost. Couldn’t find ’em to tell her all the thoughts runnin’ through my head and makin’ my chest tight.
Her eyes held mine until they moved down my body. They landed on my stiff cock. It jutted out like a sword. Swung like one, too, when I moved.
“Oh,” she breathed out. She met my eyes, and hers seemed to burn, and it made me feel like I was cookin’ on the inside. She patted the spot next to her. When I took it, she pulled me down to her mouth and started to kiss me.
Her mouth was so fuckin’ sweet. I had to tear my lips away from hers to clear my head.
“Hungry.” That wasn’t what I wanted to say. I cleared my throat. “You need to eat.”
Her eyes searched mine. “You’re worried about me?”
I nodded and set my hand between her thighs, squeezin’.
“Because of the blood…” She bit her lip, and I easily read the look on her face—she was tryin’ to choose her next words carefully. “I’m better than fine, Cian. I’m a little sore, but that’s it. I don’t need to eat food to feel better. I just need…you.”
“Why. Are. You. Hesitant with me?” I forced the words out.
She sighed. “Your eyes—they’re wild. I’m not afraid of you, but I don’t want to say the wrong thing. I want to put you at ease.”
