Page 38 of Secret Gifts
I feel his smile behind the kiss as my legs wrap around him, and he holds me up while kissing me harder, his need for me growing. I’m throbbing painfully, and my teeth graze his shoulder as I consider giving myself to him in a way no one else has ever had me.
“Please do it,” he murmurs against my neck, and then he surges into me with an ungodly force that almost forces my barely unsheathed blood bringers to break the surface.
I cry out as I relish his incredible touch, and then he thrusts in even harder - as if he’s trying to make me break the surface. I want to so damn badly, but I’m so scared of surrendering myself completely.
“Trust me. Do it, baby,” he murmurs against my neck, and then he slams in once more to send my head back as his punishing rhythm becomes divine.
I grip him tighter, and I force myself to stop thinking of taking his blood in my mouth, though it’s damn near impossible to do. It’s even harder to deny when he’s essentially begging me to. He even called me baby. No one has ever made me feel like this, and I’m almost terrified of how quickly I’m completely his to own.
His breaths grow harsher against my face as his pace only quickens, and I cling to him more as the water cascades over us and slides between our bodies to intensify the fucking incredible sex.
His tongue is forceful as he pushes his surreal chill into my mouth, making me moan as my heated breath clashes in the most unfathomably delicious way. He's too sexy to be full blood. Only hybrids are supposed to be this phenomenal.
He grips me at my ass, and then I feel my body starting to tremble against his. His teeth graze my neck all the way down to my shoulder, and I’m wishing he could just break my flesh and take my blood.
He could, but he doesn’t know that. Hybrid blood is supposed to be poison to full bloods, but mine isn’t. Like my mother, my blood is complex but perfectly safe. I almost want to tell him so he can do what I’m too afraid to.
His teeth bite harder against my shoulder, and I feel the sharp sting of his blood bringers coming dangerously close to piercing my flesh. I want him to do it so badly, but I can’t tell him what I am.
“Fuck,” he growls while letting his blood bringers slide back in their sheathes, but his breaths, his touch, his everything all at once becomes my undoing as I cry out my release for the world to hear.
His warmth follows my shakes, and he grips me tighter to his body as I fold around him. We both stand there; two lovers in one shower. The water rinses us free of the night’s mud bath and shower indiscretions as his lips own mine.
“I should probably wash my hair,” I sigh out through the kiss, but he holds me closer when I try to move.
“I just want to stay like this for a while,” he murmurs against my lips while letting his hands caress my back.
I smile like a fool as I clutch him tighter, and then he huffs as he pulls back.
“Damn war,” he grunts, and I let a laugh escape.
“I know. Shit happens though.”
He stifles a grin as I soap up my hair, and then I feel his lips trailing over my collarbone on their way back up my neck. I smirk when he reaches my lips and makes shampooing my hair an incredibly difficult task. Then I feel his hands massaging the suds out under the water as his deft fingers work over mine.
It feels so incredible to share anything with him, and I don't know if I've ever had anyone make me feel so perfectly, insanely giddy.
“Aria, can I ask you something a little personal?” he almost whispers while kissing the side of my neck.
“You can ask me anything you want as long as you’re doing that,” I playfully seduce while rinsing my hair.
He smiles, but it's banished quickly as his serious breaths take over his seduced ones.
“Have you… I mean… You’re hybrid,” he huffs, and I let out a laugh.
“Okay, yes, I am hybrid, but that wasn’t a question,” I tease.
He sounds so nervous in so many ways, and I’m a little confused. He's had me in such intimate ways. How can he be nervous about asking me anything right now?
“Have you ever blood fucked anyone?” he finally blurts out, and my eyes open under the water as it trails over them and blurs the face of the man looking as though he needs a brown paper bag to breathe into.
I sigh out, and then I go back to rinsing my hair as if his question didn’t rattle me as much as it has.
“No. Never.”
“Can I ask why?” he asks while letting his cool hands slide over my waist.
“I’ve never been that intimate with someone before. It’s not like regular sex. It requires more trust, more depth, more... everything really.”
