I nod, letting out a relieved sigh.
“Yeah, you are.” A final squeeze of my body to his, and he pulls out, easing me onto my back against the cool cement.
His hands guide instead of handle, his gaze sweeping over me as if to make sure I’m still whole.
After nodding to himself, he sits back on his shins.
Oh God, he’s staring down at his cock. At the blood coating it.
Heat floods my cheeks while I wait for him to say something.
He’s quiet for a few long minutes, a storm flashing over his features.
Knox’s feral eyes cut to mine, expression darkening, lips pressed into a hard line.
“What’s this?” His hands clench and unclench at his sides, a restless, helpless gesture. “Skylar, did I hurt you?”
I bite down harder on the gag, grateful it seals my words in.
For all my medical knowledge, I can’t retreat into facts right now. I don’t want to reduce what happened between us to a scientific explanation.
He’s the first man I’ve ever let inside me. I’m fragile. Shaky. Sore. His warmth is everything I need, him and nothing else.
“Answer me.” His face twists in anguish as he leans over me, big hands hovering like he’s afraid to touch me. “Did I hurt you?”
I look at him, praying he hears my thoughts.
I just want you. I’m trembling, not from pain but from the rush of too much all at once. From needing you close.
No. He doesn’t hear me. Or maybe he does, but he’s too freaked out. Locked in full protective mode, his eyes scan me as if he can find the damage.
My poor man is convinced the blood is his fault. That he wounded me.
“Where are the cuts?” When he decides to finally touch me, his fingers are gentle as he spreads my pussy, searching for lacerations. “What did I break?”
My heart swells at his attentiveness. At how right I was about him.
He’s no monster. A monster wouldn’t pour its care into anything, let alone show such devotion to anyone.
“Skylar, I can’t find a tear.” Lines crease his forehead as he turns his intense gaze to mine. “Where is it? Tell me.”
“No,” I murmur, swatting weakly at his hands.
“Stop it.” His huff is rough, impatient.
He returns to watching my pussy with my wrists in his hand, pinning them to my stomach.
“Are you…” His pupils are blown wide. A few strands of hair fall over his forehead. My God, he’s gorgeous when he’s baffled. “Fuck, what’s it called?” His brows pull together, frustration twisting his features. “The blood that means you’re ready to have babies?”
When I say nothing, he leans in and carefully relieves me of my gag. His scent makes me heady, the weight of his cock on my navel pinning me to the moment.
I don’t mind the stickiness of our cum and my blood on my stomach. Having him crowd my space, his gaze fixed on me, it speaks to the darkest, loneliest parts of me.
“Tell me.” He licks my spit from my lips, my chin. His primal way of tending to me. “It’s okay, if that’s what it is. Better than okay. Perfect.”
Staying silent suddenly feels selfish when he’s offering me his care. His attention. The gentlest, most tender parts of him.
Deep breath. “No, this isn’t my period.”
