Page 46 of Blood Day: Part One

Her blue-green irises sparkled with residual effects of pleasure, her expression one of wonder and confusion and a hint of fear.

The whole experience proved her sexual training to be lacking, probably because her courses focused more on male pleasure than female enjoyment.

I would fix that.

But she wasn’t ready for more right now, something her body confirmed as my thumb brushed her clit. She trembled almost violently in response, her lip disappearing between her teeth as she fought whatever sound threatened to escape.

I slid my hand out from her pants and reached for her chin, using my drenched thumb to tug her lip from her teeth. “Don’t hide from me,” I told her, my tone lacking in reprimand.

Because I understood her reactions.

She was doing what the university had taught her to do.

However, I wanted her to be real. Whatever that meant. If that was even possible. Maybe it was a fantasy in my mind—the concept of her being true to herself in my presence.

It was certainly a dangerous yearning, one that would inevitably lead to her death.

But at least she would have lived a little before her petals wilted into nothing.

“When we’re alone, you can tell me how you feel,” I informed her softly. “Be honest, like you were about wanting more training.” It’d been so refreshing to see her fight back in her own way, to test the limits of my kindness.

That courage deserved to be rewarded.

It deserved to be cherished and adored and praised.

Not squelched and denied.

I traced her bottom lip with her arousal, allowing the dampness to paint her skin, then I dipped my thumb into her mouth for her to taste. Her pupils dilated, her nostrils flaring. “Do you like that, darling? Do you like the way your pleasure tastes?”

She swallowed, her head dipping a little in confirmation.

“Hmm,” I hummed, removing my thumb and leaning in to press my mouth to hers. My tongue licked the residual flavor from her lip before dipping inside to engage her in a sensual kiss underlined in lust. She tentatively returned the embrace, telling me she had never really been kissed before today. I doubted she’d even properly orgasmed, either.

So inexperienced.

Yet perfect in every way.

My delicate, sweet little flower.

I touched my forehead to hers, breathing her in for a long moment, then I dipped one of my fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”

She obeyed, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking me deeper.

It was the perfect display of what she would do if this were my cock.

And it made me hard as a fucking rock.

I gave her my other finger, watching as she licked both clean. Then I kissed her, eager to taste more of her arousal. It was an intoxicating blend that set my blood on fire for her.

But the tremble in her shoulders told me she couldn’t take much more today.

I wanted her fully aroused and eager to comply, not just acting on duty alone.

Which had been her reaction today. She’d only indulged me because she didn’t feel she had a choice. And I supposed she didn’t. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t eventually choose me.

I hadn’t actually intended on doing any of this to her today. It’d just been a natural response to her heightened state of senses. Her eyes told me she didn’t regret it. The flush on her cheeks told me she’d enjoyed it, too.

I wanted to maintain that enjoyment, not belittle it by pushing her too far.