Page 14 of Royally Drawn (Resplendent Royals #3)

Seeing Red

INGRID

K eir took his time to warm me up, slowly thrusting before giving me what I asked for— more, harder, faster. While I’d worried I’d be in pain, I felt little beyond a short tinge the moment when he entered me. I’d had one fantastic orgasm with my feet on his shoulders. It’d been curtains as soon as he touched my clit. Now, I felt like I could go again anytime as he slowly pumped in and out of me.

It wasn’t just the way his cock made me feel, either. It was how attentive he was. He pressed my arms behind my head, taking his time to ensure I enjoyed it. I sensed he’d pull right back at the slightest discomfort. For a man who’d been drinking since noon, his reaction time was good.

“More, please, harder,” I moaned. “Deeper.”

He gave it all to me, now dropping my hands to pin my hips to the bed. He thrust in and out so hard and fast that an audible slap could be heard at each interval. While that noise should have disturbed me, I only felt sheer pleasure. Every thrust tickled a part of me. My fingers never reached. It sent shivers down my spine and made me claw at the covers for dear life .

“Oh, fuck, oh mon dieu !” I cried out. I was so close. The tell-tale itch crept up my nose as if I might sneeze.

“God won’t save you, Ingrid,” Keir said.

“Oh, Keir, ouais, ouais! Ne t'arrête pas !”

He let me cum again, listening to me cry out with great satisfaction and delayed his happiness for me. He proceeded, happy to have satiated me. I was his to take now. Still thrusting, he continued with renewed purpose until he tensed. Then, he groaned and grabbed my hips for dear life. He landed with his forehead pressed to mine for a moment, panting.

We were both delighted, sweaty, and messy. For a moment, I felt like a goddess—the one who managed to do all that. As I lay there, I soaked up how it was to be desired, wanted, and cared for. I had done it. I was no longer so green! I had sex with a fit man with a beautiful cock, and it felt terrific! It wasn’t scary or intimidating.

Yet, when he said nothing, I looked down to see him staring down at my pussy as if something was wrong. Then, I saw red—bright red blood.

“Oh shit,” I panicked, sitting up and pulling myself back across the bed.

“It’s okay. You just started your period, I think. I’ve never… It’s really red. I… are you alright, or did I hurt you?”

He was right. It didn’t look like period blood because it wasn’t. I’d figured as long as I’d been pleasuring myself and riding horses, there was no way I’d still have a hymen—at least not enough of one to cause this much trouble.

“You didn’t hurt me,” I said. “Promise. I… I think you finished off my hymen, so… it’s not my period, and I am sorry.”

“Your hymen,” Keir laughed. “You’re so funny, Ingrid!”

“No, I’m… I’m serious, Keir,” I said.

I pulled my legs to my chest as he wrestled a towel from the small wardrobe that held linens to the side of the en suite.

“It’s convenient you have a toilet. We didn’t get a loo or anything. You women got the better rooms,” he said.

Mortified, I began to mop the blood off of myself and then the bed. This was Edina’s yacht—not mine! And she’d be horrified to find out I’d bled all over the bed, right?

“Edina’s going to kill me,” I murmured.

“She won’t care. The staff will fix it tomorrow. And you don’t have to lie. It’s okay. I know periods exist. You don’t have to lie to me. I’m?—”

“I’m not,” I said, my voice wavering. I fought tears. His doubts somehow made me feel worse.

Keir pulled his boxers back on and stopped to stare at me.

“Did I really hurt you?”

“I told you what is going on!” I said. “Why don’t you believe me?”

“Oh, shit. Really?” I guess he did now.

Suddenly, I waited for him to blow up or get all weird. Instead, he took a minute, scratched his head, and shrugged. “Well, I hope I lived up to expectations and was patient enough. You could have given me a heads up, Ingrid.”

“Why, so you could run away screaming? I didn’t owe you shit.”

“I guess you didn’t. But thanks for telling me. I’m sorry if it was bad or?—”

“Stop, please. It was amazing, and I’d like you not to fucking ruin it now.”

I wanted him to assure me, but he didn’t. He ignored me as he filed through the cupboard.

“Ah, new sheets!”

Instead of ignoring me, Keir focused on fixing things.

Keir gestured. “Get up. I’ll take care of this. You do whatever.”

“What do you mean?”

I don’t know why I asked. As soon as I was off the bed, he was stripping the sheets and going to work.

“Can you get dressed enough to grab a first aid kit from the galley?” Keir asked.

“Sure,” I agreed. “Just… give me a sec.”

I pulled on clothes, secured a pad in my underwear to catch whatever annoying blood was left, and rushed down to the galley. Returning with a first aid kid, I watched Keir neatly folding the discarded sheets. Who did that? Why was he doing this? He wasn’t fussed, just fastidious.

“Find the thing of hydrogen peroxide,” Keir said. “Then put some on the bed and dab it with a washcloth. It will come right out.”

I did as he asked, dabbing the small stain from the mattress protector covering the bed. I was impressed.

“It will get blood out of anything white,” Keir said. “That includes a bed, I figured. But for me, it’s more parts of a dress uniform if you manage to cut yourself shaving but don’t discover it until after.”

I snickered.

“I hate shaving,” Keir sighed. “Oh well, I do it.”

“Thanks for helping. You don’t need to stay.”

“Are you not a cuddler?”

“I could be. But… I don’t know.”

“You really don’t know?” Keir shook his head. “God, you are so fucking lucky.”

“Why?”

“Because when I lost my virginity, I had no idea what I was doing. You held everything there—every bit of power—and never once let on that you had no idea what you were doing.”

I glared. “Keir, I knew exactly what I was doing. You got yours. Are there complaints?”

“No, ma’am,” he chuckled. “No complaints. Did I… I hope I haven’t fucked this all up?”

“No.” I tossed the washcloth aside and kissed him slowly. “You’re good. Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For being so fucking good at whatever it was we just did. And for caring for me in the aftermath rather than leaving me in a shame spiral.”

“You should know I don’t leave people behind, Ingrid. I’m also a legendary cuddler. I have my self-interest here,” Keir said.