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“I don’t care.”
When she lifted her arms, he knew that was his cue to pull her blouse over her head.As he tossed it onto the other bed, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.It quickly followed the blouse.
She held her breasts out to him, nipples already taut with expectation.Clamping his lips around one of them, he suckled it long and hard until she moaned.His other hand grasped her other breast and rolled that nipple between his fingers.He felt her legs part, and she hooked her heels in the back of his knees.She tried to press her breasts together, silently urging him to suckle the other nipple as well.Instead, he grabbed one of her hands and slapped it against his groin.Grace took the hint and grasped his thickened erection.
She gave it a playful tug, then another, eliciting a groan of enjoyment from him.To his delight, she slid her fingers inside the waistband of his jeans and lightly skimmed her nails over the sensitive skin.By this time, he was swimming in a fog of her pheromones.It was overwhelming his senses and giving him a high he hadn’t experienced in ages.It took everything in him not to shred her clothing from her flesh and indulge himself, gorging on her sex, until he was sated to the point of blacking out.
Another hard pinch to her nipples made her shudder against him.Rolling on top of her, he snagged the sides of her pants and carefully peeled them down her legs.As soon as the bare wisp of her panties came into view, her bloody aroma struck him full force.Unable to stop himself, he buried his nose in the juncture between her thighs and inhaled.
“Rhyne?”Her voice sounded far away.
“I gotta…” His throat was parched.Every word he spoke was guttural.“Grace, I need… I need… Please… Let me…”
She understood what he meant.What he needed.Without saying a word, she slipped out of her underwear to reveal a bloodied string plastered to her mons.Taking the string between her finger, she pulled out the tampon and spread her thighs.
Rhyne dove into her, lapping her blood as it slowly oozed from her channel.He lost himself in her, his head swimming.He couldn’t begin to describe the taste.Warm.Fresh.Thick and salty.He didn’t need much.A few sips, and he felt revitalized.More clear-headed than he’d felt in days.
He teased her clit to increase the flow, eliciting loud gasps from her.The sound made him stiffer, forcing him to rub his erection against the bedspread in anticipation.He knew she was ready, and he could no longer deny himself.
It didn't take long for her bloody juices to smooth his entry.She smiled up at him as he buried himself all the way to the root.
“That feels so good,” she murmured, brushing back his hair from his forehead.“Take me, Rhyne.”
Bowing his head, he fulfilled her wish.The bed creaked with every thrust.Their grunts became moans, and soon Grace was begging for him to dominate her.Pulling out, he grabbed her by the legs and flipped her onto her belly.Lifting her by the waist, he kicked her thighs apart with his knees, rose up behind her, and shoved himself long and deep into her channel.She called out at the thick invasion burrowing into her, but she delighted in it.Soon, they were thrusting lustily, lost in each other's bodies, lost in the absolute pleasure they were creating.
He came first to a ragged and jerky conclusion.Bending over her, he ran his fingers between her lower lips until he found her button.Still pushing himself into her, he manipulated her clit until she threw back her head and cried out her release.
They both paused as their bodies quivered in the aftermath.Rhyne bowed his face and wiped the blood from his mouth and cheeks onto her back.Finally withdrawing from her channel, they simultaneously rolled onto their sides and spooned as he felt his erection gradually diminish.After another moment or two, Rhyne cupped her breasts, playfully pinching the nipples, and kissed the back of her head.
Although they knew they should be getting up and dressed, they remained locked together for a few minutes more, savoring the nearness.Enjoying each other's warmth and presence.Eventually, and with great reluctance, they disengaged themselves and rolled out of bed.
CHAPTER24
Demand
“I think I understand why having color sight is important to you,” Grace remarked before she stuffed a French fry into her mouth.Earlier, while she took a quick shower, Rhyne had crossed the street over to where a Burger Barn was located and got them something to eat.To help save a bit of money, they’d opted to drink water from the tap rather than sodas.Neither of them spoke about what had occurred between them, but maybe it was because they didn’t have to.It was as if their lovemaking had been enough to seal their feelings for each other.At least, it had for her.
He smiled at her over his cheeseburger.“I’m listening.Why do you think seeing in color is important to me?”
“Because it reminds you of the way your life used to be before you were turned.”
Rhyne had to give her credit.“That’s most of it.”
“Oh?What did I miss?”
“The fact that seeing a world only in shades of gray, black, and white gets boring very quickly.After a while, you start missing the simple things like sunsets and the way the leaves on the trees change when Autumn arrives.But you’re still able to function because of past memories.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know Santa wears a red coat, that the sky is mostly blue, grass is usually green, and oranges are orange.”His memories briefly went back to the time when Welsh first gained his color sight, but Rhyne quickly squelched them.
“What about traffic lights?”
“If they’re the old-fashioned sort, the top one is red and the bottom one is green.But some traffic lights, like the horizontal kind, those can be a bit tricky.”
“What do you do then?”
“You watch the surrounding traffic and hope for the best.”
