Page 27 of Hero: Claimed

“I’m a twenty-two-year-old virgin and those insertable vibrators are expensive. Plus, it just…”—she shrugs—“Seems lame.” And she begins to shove up from the bed.

I put my hand to her chest, right between her tits, and press her back. “Where you going?”

“I ruined this.” And fuck me if tears don’t roll down her cheeks. I’m gutted. Absolutely gutted.

“What’d you ruin, exactly?”

“This, tonight. You don’t want me now. Might as well go back to that hairy, no-necked trog that my dad sold me to. Those are the only men who—”

I cut that shit right off by pressing my mouth to hers. “Don’t ever say that shit again, bird. And who the hell said I don’t want you?”

“It’s done; the moment is ruined.”

I raise my eyebrow at her. “Is it?” I ask. Challenge accepted.

“It’s…not?”

It wasn’t as if I was going fast before, but now I really take my time exploring every inch of her body with my mouth, nipping and teasing with my teeth. Giving her a little more each time. Using my mouth on her again, I also give her my finger, putting pressure a place I’m a hundred percent sure she’s never been touched, to see how much she can take.

Brinley grinds against my mouth and my finger. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever been a party to. Her whole body thrums from my touch. The pressure must be great because she pushes her hips up off the bed again, but this time her head comes up, her mouth hanging open, and she hasn’t pulled in a breath. When it hits, it’s fucking magnificent.

She’s still shaking as I begin the slow slide inside her, rocking a little at a time. Our lips connect, her hands roam my body, and I glide my hands wherever they can touch without disrupting the rhythm we’ve got going. My heart’s racing to the point I think I’ve lost a year of my life from overuse. She keeps giving and giving. And like a selfish bastard, I keep taking and taking.

It’s frightening how much of this woman I want. Slowly, I pull back and grind as I sink back in. Her fingernails dig into my ass.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck…” I rumble low from my throat. I can’t be sure, but I think we’re making love. I’ve fucked plenty of women in my life, but I don’t remember having this with any of them, and this isn’t something I could forget. While I’m consuming her, she’s claiming me. Each roll of her hips, the way she grips my cock, the way she moans my name while digging her fingernails deeper into my skin. In reality, she’s digging deeper under mine.

The tingles pool at the base of my spine, trilling up and back down. A light sweat breaks out over my skin. The hairs on my arms stand on end. My balls draw up and I swear the best orgasm of my whole fucking life hits with wave after wave of pure pleasure. Brinley soaks up everything I give her, giving it back to me in spades.

I’m breathing heavy through my nose, my forehead pressed to hers. She can’t even catch her breath.

“Tell me about the trog?” I laugh and she laughs.

“Never. Never again…”

I pull out slow to try not to hurt her as I figure she’ll probably be tender. But as I bend in to kiss her neck again, her face contorts like she’s mortified and I look around. “What, bird? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, god,” is all she says.

“Fucking what?”

Brinley closes her eyes, bites her bottom lip, and points down toward our groin area. I don’t know what’s got her so wigged out. The spent condom is still on my dick and needs to be disposed of. There’s some blood smeared on the outside of it. Other than that, I don’t know.

She covers her face with her hand. “There’sblood,” she whispers.

“Yeah, that happens sometimes.”

“I know… it’s another level of humiliation.”

I don’t know how to deal with this shit because maybe it’s a girl thing? But it doesn’t bother me at all. Not with what we just shared.

“Baby, you avoided every asshole who tried it on with you. If a little blood means you give me you without the baggage of those assholes dragging you down, I gotta say… I’m good with it. So fucking, fucking good with it, bird.” I kiss her sweet, and then roll from the bed to walk to the bathroom. I dispose of the condom, wet one washcloth to clean myself up, then wet and soap up a second one and walk it back out to the bed to help her clean up.

Washcloth tossed to the floor, I’m wiped and pull her body to rest against mine like a body pillow, flipping the covers over us.

“Sleep now, bird. Things’ll make sense in the morning.”

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