Page 87 of Save Me

I let out a moan as he pulls me in closer to him, and the hot water bottle falls off my stomach and into the mattress.

I pick it up and toss it off the bed as Jax pulls back from me, his eyebrow raised.

“Got my period today, so I was just trying to get rid of some of the pain,” I explain.

“What can I do to make you feel better now that I’m home?” he asks.

I smile. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, it’s more of a waiting game. But I’ve got TV to distract me and I’ve already taken something for the pain.”

The look on his face is primal as he kisses me again and his hands roam my body. “That’s where you’re wrong. I think there’s a lot I could do to help you feel better… to distract you from the pain.”

I catch the insinuation in his tone, in the way he moves his hands over my skin.

“There’s no way… you wouldn’t want to… what’s happening right now is not pretty…” I flush as embarrassment sweeps over me, as I try to argue my case against why he shouldn’t want me right now.

“One day you’ll believe me when I say, nothing could stop me from wanting you.” He kisses me again and I can feel the desire building behind his touch. “Now, if you’d rather keep watching your show and cuddling your hot water bottle, be my guest. Butif you’d rather get rid of the pain with your legs on my shoulders and my mouth buried in that pretty pussy of yours, then I am more than willing to oblige.”

“Of course, I’d rather that, but… but…” I try to convince him that this is gross even though I don’t know why I so strongly believe that.

A part of me wants to relinquish all of myself to him, but a louder part of me is worried, self-conscious about the mess, the taste, and everything he’ll have to deal with.

I put my hands over my face, mortified at having to explain this to Jax.

“It’s not like the movies, Jax. It’s, like, a lot to deal with.” I watch him as he pulls the blankets down me, sliding my period underwear off as he positions himself between my legs, the smile on his lips never faltering, and nothing short of roguish.

“It could get messy,” I stammer. “Your bedwillget messy!” I argue, as he gently lifts my right leg over his shoulder, before doing the same with my left.

“Why do you think I have black sheets?” There’s a twinkle in his eye as he dives in, his mouth consuming me.

He doesn’t take his time, doesn’t ease into it, as his tongue works magic over every inch of me.

He finally comes up for air, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, blood and evidence of my pleasure coating his skin.

“What can I do for you, love?” His voice is rough as he plants tender kisses on the inside of my thighs. “What can I do to keep you feeling this good?”

I moan as his lips caress my sensitive skin. “Anything you want, Jax. You can do anything you want to me.”

He flashes me a smile, and there’s something hot about seeing my blood coating his lips. “Oh, I was hoping you’d say that.”

He crawls up my body before pressing himself against me, his hard length pressing against my skin. I’ll never get tired of seeing how turned on he gets by bringing me pleasure.

His lips crash into mine, and I can taste myself on him, as well as the unmistakable coppery taste of blood. I wrap my hands around him, pulling him closer into me. His hand finds my lower stomach and he rubs it gently, softly, as if knowing how tender it feels from cramps. A smile forms on my lips at his level of care, his constant need to bring me nothing but contentment.

I arch into him as his hands continue to roam my body, his fingers digging into my skin with enough pressure to mix pleasure and pain, pain I gladly move towards.

He’s moving back down my body, lifting my shirt up to allow his tongue and teeth to mark every inch of my skin. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting as I claw at the sheets, moaning as indescribable pleasure washes through me again.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Jax.” I moan breathily.

He looks at me, his eyes filled with primal desire. “I love it when you say my name like that.” He smiles as his mouth surrounds my other nipple, as his hand finds its way between my legs.

I feel one finger plunge into me, followed by two more.

I feel so delectably full, stretching around his fingers as they move back and forth within me. “Oh my god…” I moan loudly, unable to finish a sentence.

“I don’t think God is watching us right now, love, but if he is, then I’d drag him to hell for laying eyes on your naked body.”

“Always so possessive and mentally stable, Mr. Turner,” I say with a smile between moans as pleasure continues to engulf me.

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