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How badly I wanted to keep that look on her face forever.

I pulled out of her, and she whimpered at the sudden move.

Regret filled me quickly, and I kissed her lips.

“Sorry, pretty girl.”

She shook her head. “Just a little sensitive.”

A whole lot sensitive, by my guess.

I looked down at my dick, covered in the condom, and paused.

She looked down, too, her breath catching at the sight of the blood.

Fuck, but something like male satisfaction rushed through me. The flush on her face was now a deep, unattractive splotchy red that somehow still looked fucking adorable on her.

How was this possible?

“I can explain,” she said.

I let one eyebrow rise at that, waiting.

She sputtered something unintelligible, and I almost laughed.

Yeah, I already knew the fucking answer and how fucking possessive I was about it.

Without saying another word, I spread her legs and looked down at her red and swollen pussy.

I ran the back of my finger over it, up and down, and she breathed brokenly in response.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Maybe just a little.”

“Maybe?”

“It’s hard to tell because I’m still kind of sensitive.”

I nodded. That made sense.

A small bit of blood was coating her thigh, and my mouth watered.

Fuck me, but this blood was mine.

I did it.

I possessed this.

I fucking owned her.

I swiped the flat of my tongue over her slit.

“Kai!” she shouted, mortification clear in her voice as she tried to push me away and pull back.

I smiled against her pussy, pushed her hands away, and went back to licking, nipping, and sucking on her.

“Oh, God,” she moaned when I ran my tongue over her.

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