Page 89 of Whiteout

Twilight casting the room in gloomy shades of gray, Breanna glanced down to where his palm rested on her tummy. Blood stained the fingers that were just inside her. Crimson smeared her thighs and the once pristine sheets beneath her.

Well, hello, Aunt Flo.

“It’s my period, Sinjin.” She swallowed, wiping the wetness from her eyes. “Looks like I’m not pregnant after all.”

“Are you sad?” he asked, brushing the hair back from her face.

Was she?

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Breanna shrugged. “You put the thought in my head and…”

“If you want a baby, we’ll make one, okay?” Rubbing her back, Sinjin pressed his lips to her forehead.

She sniffled. “Maybe someday.”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay.” And nodding against his chest, Breanna smiled.

He tipped her chin up, bringing her lips to his. “Come here.”

“I have to take a shower.” She kissed him. “And these sheets need to go in the trash.”

“I said, come here.”

His arms in a vise-like grip around her, Sinjin took her mouth. Stole her breath. And for just a moment, Breanna forgot there was a mess between her legs, that the expensive linens they laid on were ruined, that the seed he planted in her head hadn’t taken root in her belly. She should be relieved, and mostly, she was, so why all the tears?

Teeth skimming down her throat, Sinjin licked the sweat from her neck and between her breasts. He held them in his palms, his tongue slowly snaking on a path toward her tummy.

Her fingers caught in his hair, Breanna pulled. “Sinjin, what are you doing?”

“Loving you,” he murmured into her skin, his lips kissing lower and lower.

“What part of ‘I’ve got my period’ did you not get?”

“Oh, I got it, princess.”

His whiskey eyes burning black, she felt the faint curve of a smirk on her flesh, and undeterred, his wicked tongue laved between her lips.

Holy fuck.

She should be mortified, and she would have been, except his mouth on her bleeding cunt felt glorious. Sinjin devoured her. Lapping up period blood commingled with their cum. Sucking on her clit as he pressed his fingers back inside. Wrung out, Breanna didn’t think she had another orgasm left in her.

She was wrong.

He willed it from her.

Fingers holding onto his sweat-dampened hair, hips coming off the bed, she spasmed. Sinjin growled, but Breanna couldn’t make a sound. Bit by bit, she melted onto the bed, and gasping for breath, inhaled life back into her lungs.

Caressing her quivering flesh, Sinjin kissed his way up her tummy and nuzzled between her breasts. “Did you really think I’d care about a little blood?”

Unable to speak, Breanna rubbed her fingers through his hair.

“It’s a part of you.” He kissed her skin. “And I love all your parts.”

After weeks at Dalton House, she finally left the mountain. In the back of Jordy’s truck, Breanna peered through the window, craning her neck to see up to the top, but clouds obscured her view, so she couldn’t.

“Bet you’re glad to be gettin’ your car back, Miss Dalton.” Bobbing his head, the sheriff grinned a dopey grin in the rearview mirror. “Especially with snowmageddon comin’.”

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