Page 38 of Jealous Vows

My cock jerks at the sight of her wet, shiny, swollen nipple from my teeth and tongue.Her tiny waist and slim hips are beautiful and will only become more so as she gains healthy weight.I freeze at the sight of blood mixed in with her arousal.It isn’t much, but anything other than period blood is too much.

“Sienna,” I growl.

She hums an ascending note.

“You’re not ready.”

I watch in my periphery as she follows the direction of my eyes.Her lashes widen, but her surprise fades so quickly I suspect she knew there’d be blood already.

Anger simmers in my veins.

“I—”

“No, Sienna.”

“But I—”

“No.This is for me.”

Her brows scrunch.I move my hand from her throat to her breast, swipe my hand over her sex to gather as much of her release as possible, and stroke my cock with my drenched fist.

“Don’t move,bambolina, unless you want me to use your mouth,” I snarl.

Hunger brightens her caramel eyes.She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth.

“Mio Dio, you’re trying to kill me.Fuck,” I growl with a vicious twist of my wrist on the upstroke.

She squeaks as I pinch her nipple and grind my base against her pussy.After a few gloriously wet, painful pumps of my fist, magma erupts from my balls.Pearly white streams splash onto her stomach and chest.Not as epic as the one I had inside her body, my release still hollows my brain and floods my veins with endorphins.

I groan and rub my tip through the mess, enjoying the sight of my seed on her flesh.

She blinks up at me, still absently chewing on her lip, and inhales through her nose.Her eyes slip closed and her blush deepens.

“Holy fuck, Sienna, you’re perfect,” I groan.

She lets her lip pop free of her teeth before lifting her lashes and piercing my soul with melted-caramel eyes.

I slip deeper into my basal self than ever before as she dips her fingertip into my mess and sticks it in her mouth.Her moan has me fully hard again.I snarl and pull her up to meet my kiss.She responds to my hunger with her own, and when I fear I’ll lose control again, I pull back, take two calming breaths, and duck back in to pour my worship, praise, and adoration into her.

Once I teeter on the edge again, I snarl and turn away.She makes a small sound of complaint as I lay her back down on the bed, but I shush her with a glance and roll off the mattress.

A look down at myself confirms the mess is too much for a few damp washcloths, so I scoop Sienna up and carry her to the shower.After cleaning us both with more restraint than I thought I possessed, I towel her dry and carry her back to the bed.

I remove her bandages with utmost care and study her wounds.None look infected, but her shoulder oozes.She doesn’t balk when I carry her back into the shower and lay her on the bench.Using the lowest pressure possible on the showerhead, I wash around the bite marks by lathering my hands with antibacterial bar soap and rinsing with lukewarm water.

“Are you allergic to any medication?”

“Not that I’m aware of, but… no doctors,” she answers with a shrug.

I grumble under my breath, dry her shoulder with paper towels, and carry her back to the bed.

“You’re taking a full round of antibiotics starting right now, just in case,” I inform her.

She lifts a brow.Gravity seems to lessen as I prepare for her inevitable snark.

“I heard there’s no cure for rabies.I’m probably a goner anyway,” she sasses.

A guffaw bursts from my chest.It’s the least attractive sound I’ve ever made, but the smile Sienna tries to hide behind her hand is worth it.