"Chase is on his way, Belle," Areston announces, barges inside the ensuite without warning while I'm completely naked and looking for a tampon.

We're at my place. Chase is joining us for a game night. Heats Vs. Nuggets finals. I am not interested in the NBAs, but the two most important men in my life are.

I decided to host it here because despite Chase and Areston having always been close friends even while Areston and I were apart, I need my brother to ease up to the idea that this is it for me.

Lowkey, I want him to truly accept and approve my relationship with Areston. Not that it would matter if he doesn't. But I love him and I want him to see how happy I am with Areston. I want him to know that it's okay if I'm moving into this with a secret buried in my heart that will go to the grave with me.

"I'll be out in a minute," I mutter distractedly.

"What's the matter?" His voice is concerned.

"Umm," I struggle to form words, my cheeks heating up. "Les Anglais sont arrivés."

"The English have arrived?"

I laugh at his cluelessness. So there is something his royal know-it-all highness doesn't know.

"French euphemism. Coded way to say I got my period."

"Oh," he grins boyishly.

"I wasn't supposed to get them until three more days, but I suppose the sex in your office induced it."

"Well, I am proud of it," he chuckles, closing the distance between us. "You need a hand cleaning that up?"

"What? No!"

He takes me by surprise as he doesn't wait for me to finish and kneels in front of me, his hands coming to my waist, and turning me to face him.

"Let me help you clean it up."

"Jeez, Ares. No!" I cross my hands over my sex in a stupid attempt. "I'll take care of it."

He shakes his head, grabbing the box of wet tissues and gently brushes it against my thigh.
I gasp at the contact and freeze. My skin flares. His hand travels up, slowly with meticulous care and reaches between my thighs, causing my heart to flip and start pounding violently.

"See how good I'm at it?" He smirks, his sapphire gaze heated with desire locked with mine as he draws deliberate circles, tenderly, with wet tissue on my pussy.

My breath becomes ragged.

"Where's the tampon?" He asks once he's cleaned it up and tosses the bloodied tissue in the small trash can.

My legs feel like jelly. I'm grateful to him tethering me in the spot with his one firm hand on my waist.

"I'll manage that myself," my pitch is higher than I expect, it's shaken.

He has this smug smile on his face as he gets up.

"Why are you so shy of me?" he asks, his voice soft, as he pulls me in his arms. "I don't see why you have to be so nervous about your period around me. It's quite normal."

I try to scowl at him, but my mouth curves into a smile. "It feels wrong."

"Because it's an invasion of your privacy?" he challenges, his keen eyes regarding me shrewdly.

I bite my lower lip, lowering my eyes, unsure of how to answer. "No. It's just so embarrassing."

"Look at me, tesoro," he breathes, cupping my face and making me look at him. His gaze is soft and full of tenderness as he stares at me. "There's no reason for you to feel embarrassed of anything. I love your body and everything that comes as a package with it. Period included."

"Uh, I don't think so."

"I think so," he notes cockily.

"Are you sure?"

"I'll spank your ass black and blue if you doubt my words, Belle. You wouldn't be able to sit without feeling sheer pain for days and I wouldn't even feel a second's guilt over it," he whispers threateningly, his taut expression confirming that it's not just a plain threat.

He will do it.

Jeez. Mr. Mercurial.

He goes from being cocky and romantic to a dangerous red flag in a span of less than a second.

"Tell me you understand, tesoro."

I swallow, "I do."

"Good. Now show me how it's done," he lifts me off the floor and settles me on the white marble next to the sink.

He pulls a tampon out of the box.

My heartbeats are in absolute chaos and they pound in a chaotic rhythm. So violently, I feel my heart might jump out of my mouth any second.

He drags a chair, settling in front of me, and parts my thighs, propping them on either side of him on the arms of the chair.

"How do I do it?" He asks again.

I flush all over.

"Either you guide me or I'll watch a goddamn YouTube tutorial and learn how to shove the goddamn tampon in your cunt, Belle. What's it to be?" he warns with a cunning smirk, grabbing another wet wipe and brushing it against my entrance again, driving me crazy, by purposefully rubbing his fingers against my already throbbing clit.

Fuck, watching him do this is so sexy. Could all of this be any hotter?

I tug my lower lip keeping myself from the stupid smile forcing me to erupt my face.

"Areston Augustus De L'Aquila, if I am to let you do this, promise me you'll do any two things I ask of you in future."

"Take five," he laughs, lowering his head to kiss my knee. "I am prepared for anything in exchange for being able to share the highest form of intimacy with you, my wild rose."

His words tug at my heart, making me beam like an idiot. "I'll murder you with my own hands and happily go to prison if you don't fulfill your promise."

"Deal," his face lights up like a child.
I roll my eyes, "Fine. So what you do is open the cover."

Like a studious student he listens to the step by step instructions I give him, asking questions like the angle at which the tampon needs to be inserted, the depth, and so on.

Sharing this level of intimacy with the man I love turns me on a big time. I feel soaking wet already and the idea that he's about to find out just how much flares my cheeks further.

He tears the cover from the tampon and stretches my folds apart with two fingers as I guide him.

"Alright, understood," he says, tearing the cover off the tampon, placing both of it aside on the marble, and standing upright. I frown as he towers over me. "You missed the first step, tesoro."

"First step?"

He simply bends forward and takes my lip, in a deep, drugging kiss that sends a flood of yearning racing through my body, his one hand sliding in my hair and the other cupping my breast.

My fingers curl into a fists around his shirt, the warmth and the scent of him engulfing me in process as I give into my desires.

"The most important step," he grins against my mouth, lowering his fingers from my breast, trailing them down my belly ring to finally land on my clit.

"Ares, no!" I gasp, scandalized.

"Yes," he commands, crashing his mouth against mine as his fingers tug my piercing causing me to yelp in his mouth before he starts massaging it. "This turns you on," he smirks, realizing at how wet I am and how pulsing and swollen my clit has been in anticipation.

"You turn me on."

"I know," Slowly, oh so slowly, he moves his fingertips up and down my, drawing it in a circular motion and then starts increasing the pressure while his other hand works in synchronization on my breast.

My moans grow louder as his fingers start circling my clit faster and faster and then just when I'm least expecting it, he slips his middle finger inside my slick wet pussy. Completely.

"Ares!"

"Belle!" He mimics me, feigning shock as he starts moving it in and out, his thumb taking care of my clit, and his mouth making love to mine. "So fucking tight, my forever as good as a virgin rose."

"You're so kinky!"

"You're surprised?"

"Oh, god, you drive me so crazy!"

"Yes," he hisses, "I am your god. Beg me, baby. Beg me to let you unravel."

"Please, Ares. Please!" I'm a gasping and heaving mess by the time he adds a second finger knuckle deep.

"Your seductive moans are going to be the death of me," he kisses my jaw, chin, ear, the column of my neck before capturing the other breast into his hungry mouth. "Sei mio con cui giocare."

"What does it mean?" My legs move around his waist, pulling him closer to me at their own accord.

My fingers are in his hair, clenching and pulling them as the need burns in me, bringing me close to the edge of the orgasm that threatens to wreck me.

"You're mine to play with," he bites into my nipple and lowers his hand from my breast to pinch my clit.

I sob out of pleasure, throwing my head back.

"Lube up my fingers with your cum and blood, tesoro. Now," he demands.

I had never even imagined words like those would work such a magic on me. My whole body tightens. The inner walls of my pussy and ass clench, and I cry as waves of pleasurable spasms take control of me.

Electric shocks run through my body and I explode around his fingers, creaming them.
I slump against him, his fingers staying inside me.

"That was..." Words fail me.

"I know," I can feel his proud smile in his words.

Just then we hear my brother's voice from downstairs, notifying us of his entry.

"I am downstairs. Stop doing whatever dirty business you're up to and join me," he calls.

"I am so fucking hard I'd ram my cock into your creamy cunt if it weren't for your goddamn brother about to show up," Areston grunts.

The amount of heat I have on my cheeks as I realize what Areston and I have done is enough to burn me.

"Be right there," he yells in response to my brother and laughs kissing me. "I love how you blush like an innocent teen. Let's get you cleaned up and shove the damn tampon inside you."

If I wasn't scandalized enough, my heart comes straight leaping into my mouth when he pulls his fingers out of me and I notice it covered in my cum and blood.

"Oh, my god," I jump at the box of wet wipes, embarrassed, and start cleaning his fingers, making him burst into a peal of laughter.

"What a shame you didn't even let me admire my handiwork nicely," he smirks, "No worries. I'll get to do it this time," he says, grabbing the tampon from the marble counter.

Meticulously as I'd instructed him, he slides it inside me with a finesse that might have him mistaken as a pro.

"I did a great job, don't you think?" The way he admires my period blood shining on his finger has me gasping for air.

His Highness Royal Prince is insatiable.

And so kinky.

I am so turned on all over again. The feeling of this kind of intimacy is just beyond explanation. I have no words.

"You should be named Mr. Tampon Shover."

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My opulent, over-the-top aesthetically sophisticated living room that's considered a heaven for serious art collectors by the likes of Architectural Digest, Vogue, House & Gardens, Town & Country, Sotheby, and Christie's has tonight transformed into a scene straight from a frat house. It's game night tonight. The NBA finals. The three of us are lounging casually in front of the large screen having ditched our work gears. Both the men are in casual denim pants and shirts. I'm in my pair of black paperbag shorts and oversized Yale hoodie.

Bistro burgers, cheese burgers, bistro bello sandwiches, chili burgers, chili, tater tots, and fries swamps the coffee table. They are all from the Corner Bistro, Chase's go-to burger joint.

There are also open packets of Reese's peanut butter cups, sour patch kids, Twix, and milk duds, and twizzlers. My brother and I share mutual love for candies and American junk food.

My boyfriend doesn't like either. Had it been up to him, we would be having caviar with Blini or a sophisticated Italian meal with wine for dinner on a game night.

Chase is on a one seater facing the TV with his back to us and his legs dangling off the arm of the sofa as he sips his usual Pappy Van Winkle's Family Reserve bourbon whiskey with a king cube.

I'm licking a black cherry tootsie pop as I read a thriller romance paperback. I have zero interest in the game, but I am enjoying the company.

I'm snuggled up against Areston on the three-seater with my legs tucked under my thighs on a side. He hasn't had alcohol today because I banned him. I don't want him to start drinking it again after having successfully abstained for so long.

"If that were my rose out there, I'd not give a fuck about the live streaming and the audience. I'd be throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her out of the goddamn stadium," Areston pokes him, his arm possessively rests around me, his fingers inside my hoodie, leisurely stroking my belly with his fingertips.

It's like he has this constant need to keep touching me all the time we're together and I love that.

I snort at his display of his caveman spirits.

He's not kidding. I am certain he would.

Areston is trying to get a reaction out of my brother by teasing him about his stunning popstar girlfriend Innessa Langford.

She's sitting on the courtside at the game in a white tank crop top, Vintage Prada skirt, and snakeskin Gianmarco Lorenzi boots, merrily sipping beer in a plastic cup as she chats with the Hollywood heartthrob. The two of them were rumored to be dating for a few months when she was 18 and he was 30. The pictures of them are sure to trend all over on social media for the next couple of days with people speculating them rekindling their affair.

My brother insists he isn't serious for her so he doesn't care, but I have an inkling that she is doing it deliberately to irk a reaction out of him. I overheard him talking to her where all I could decode was that she was wanting for them to spend some time together, but he denied and said he'll drop by later at her place late around midnight as usual.

"She's not my girlfriend," My brother snarls under his breath, his frown deepening as he glares at the TV screen.

"If you insist," comes Areston's arrogant reply.

"My brother is going to end up becoming the lyrics of her next album. I am going to enjoy listening to her butcher the alpha hole out of you," I hum, returning to the chapter I'm reading.

"Fuck off, pumpkin. Let me focus on the goddamn game, you two," Chase groans, irritated. "Fucking hell! What's wrong with that bastard?"

The men fall into game-related conversation as their favorite Knicks fuck up.

My lips curve into a smile and I snuggle closer to Areston in reaction to a part in the book where the female protagonist runs into the male protagonist for the first time.

He's an insanely handsome man with his body having the muscular structure of a powerful warrior's, his muscles ripped, his shoulders hard and broad. He has a beautiful face that she describes as unsmiling and brooding. His eyes remind her of the sapphire diamond in Princess Diana's ring.

The description fits my Mr. Testosterone-On-Legs.

"Got to an interesting part, tesoro?" Areston whispers in my hair, as attentive as ever.

My petite frame fits into his tall, lean, and well-built masculine frame with such an ease as if I was made for it. I am made for him.

"I'm glad I don't read smut books. I'd die of embarrassment with you studying me the way you do when I read."

"What's smut?"

I search his face, looking for a clue that he's pulling my leg, but he's not. "Oh, my gosh. I can't believe you don't know what smut is."

"Keep your damn volume low!" My brother snaps with his eyes on the TV and increases the volume.

I toss the book aside and crawl in Areston's lap, straddling him and winding my arms around him.

With one arm, possessively cradling my back, he plucks the tootsie pop out of my mouth and puts it in his.

He pulls the face at the flavor, rips a silly little giggle out of me. I snatch it back from his mouth and put it back in mine.

"So what's a smut, tesoro?" Areston questions, sliding his hand under my hoodie and gently strokes my back.

I pull the tootsie pop out of my mouth and burrow my face in his neck, the spicy scent of his evocative cologne and perfume stirring a strong yearning in the pit of my belly.

"Books with explicit sexual scenes," I whisper, opening my mouth to suck the side of his neck, teasingly stroking my tongue there. "It's like porn for the ladies. Classy. Sexy stuff."

"Why don't you read this said sexy stuff?" He slides his other hand in my hoodie from the front and captures my naked boob.

I barely contain a gasp when he pinches it, well aware that my brother is with us, and might hear us even if we're talking in a hushed whisper and he has the TV blasting in high volume.

I pull back to plant my lips on his and gently kiss him. "Why would I read it when I'd rather do it practical with you?" I whisper against his mouth. "You're way hotter than those book boyfriends, your highness."

His eyes gleam like a feral predator ready to jump on his prey. "Book boyfriends?"

"The men in the books whom you can fantasize as your boyfriend."

He cocks a brow. "You have a book boyfriend?" He questions, his no longer a whisper.

"I had."

"Christian," my brother scoffs. "She was obsessed and now she cries and whines because she outgrew him. Would you two keep it low, please?" He increases the TV volume again.

I roll my eyes, throw a pillow at him, and turn to Areston. "He's no longer my book boyfriend, because he makes me cry these days. When he became my book boyfriend I was 20 and he was 27. He's still 27 and I'm 29," I am scowling at myself by the time I finish saying it.

His jaw tightens, he squeezes my book a little too hard as he narrows his eyes at me.

He places his mouth on my ear and bites my earlobe. "I don't like the idea of you having any boyfriend other than me."

I lean closer to avoid the embarrassment of my brother overhearing us again. "You can't seriously be jealous of a fictional person that doesn't exist."

"I am jealous of even the air that you used to breathe while you weren't with me, tesoro," he whispers back.

His words bring a splitting smile on my face, "I used to picture you whenever I would read him. He was this tall, dark, and handsome billionaire. Damaged, dangerous, dominant, sadist, and the god of sex. You fit all those checkboxes, your highness. Who knew all my fantasies would turn into reality through you."

His fingers tug at my nipple and he grins, "What would your book boyfriend do to his girlfriend that you liked the most?"

"Everything that you do to me," My grin only grows wider.

"Something specific."

I remember reading a period sex scene.

What a coincidence.

My cheeks heat up as I imagine Areston and I doing it. I feel scandalous already from our tampon episode.

"You thought of something," his penetrating gaze darkens.

I shake my head, my inner hoe mocking me for being a complete whorebag for even thinking of period sex.

Areston and I never tried it in the past. He never initiated and I never even thought about it.

I am certain that I would have freaked out if he had even suggested it back then. I used to be so prim, my gosh.

"Tell me, Belle," his mouth quirks up in a devilish smirk, he presses the pad of his thumb against my nipples, pushes it deeper in my breast, before circling it.

"No," I do realize I'm blushing furiously.

"I know what it is."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You do?"

"I built an empire successfully reading minds, predicting accurate outcomes, and making the right bets, tesoro," he smirks down at me, crawling his hands out of my hoodie to cup my butt. "Good night, Chase. We have stuff to do."

"You two are the worst hosts ever," he grumbles, increasing the TV volume louder, his eyes never leaving the TV screen. "Go away and spare me the nausea of acknowledging that you're sleeping with my baby sister."

"I'm not your baby sister, asshole," I throw another pillow at him, which he dodges laughing.

Areston lifts me up in the same position I'm wrapped around him, my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "I'll catch up with you tomorrow, Chase."

"Keep your voices down," he yells from the back.

"We'll try," I laugh, kissing Areston as he whisks me up the stairs.

"I hear one moan and you'll no longer be my baby sister."

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"What do you have in your mind, your highness?" I say as Areston kicks the door to close behind him.

"Something," he winks, sauntering inside my room.

"You do remember aunt Flo is visiting and she'd be staying for three-four days," I remind him once he's gotten rid of all my clothes.

"How could I forget? My cock pressured aunt Flo to visit earlier than her date of arrival and my fingers put the tampon in you to stop her from leaking."

"Jeez, you're so cocky," I laugh.

"And kinky," he adds, "I'm grateful to the universe that you don't have painful periods anymore," he throws me onto the bed and pins me with his hard muscular frame.

An involuntary gasp pierces out of me as I realize his motivation. "Ares, you... you do realize what you're doing?"

He stamps my wrists above my head with one hand and caresses my face with another, his eyes never leaving mine.

"That was the scene in the book, wasn't it?" His gaze gleams wickedly, his mouth smiling arrogantly. "Period sex."

My breath leaves my body. Now I have no doubt this man is a mindreader.

I blush scandalously, my face burning a shade of deep scarlet. "I'm embarrassed."

"Why should you feel embarrassed?" He demands an undisguised tone of a dominant that leaves me rattled like a leaf in a thunderstorm.

I swallow. "It's...we have...," I bite my lower lip as I try to formulate a response in my mind. "We have never done that before."

"Your point being?"

"It's not normal"

"Nothing about our relationship is normal, Belle," he smiles, lowering his dark head to kiss the corner of my mouth.

"But..."

"There's no but. I need to feel the warmth of your blood around my cock when I am buried deep inside you. Need to feel that warm blood smeared all over the length of my cock as I fuck you," his voice is a low, sensual whisper, his breath fanning against my lips swollen from his sweet assault.

His words are my undoing. I curl my toes as tides of shivering sensations wash all over me. The hair on the back of my neck straightens. It leaves me hot and smothered all over again.

"I have heard there's nothing quite like period sex."

"You've never done it before?" My voice is a hushed whisper.

My chest is thumping hard as I stare into his eyes.

Sincerity burns in his eyes as he shakes his head, leaning in to kiss me, "It's done with someone you share intimacy with. I've never shared it with anyone except you, tesoro."

God, I love him so much. I feel a sensual tug deep inside my core hearing it. "I'm glad you saved yourself for me, your highness."

"Witch," he smirks, his mouth trailing kiss along my jawline and moving to ear while he slowly traces his fingers along the length of my thighs, caressing my hip bone.

"You know in a weird way you're taking advantage of a hormonal woman on her period," I tease him.

"Oh, I fully intend to continue taking advantage of my hormonal woman on her period as often as my cock permits me," he whispers in my ear, keeping one hand to continue pinning my wrists above my head, he moves his other hand slowly to my breast that is tender due to period, and starts teasing me there. "This beast loves his rose's body."

A course of tingling sharp electricity moves down my spine when he pinches my nipple hard. I arch my back.

He trails his lips down my neck to my shoulder, exploring every inch of it with his mouth. I close my eyes as I can no longer keep them open. His fingers move to the area between my thighs and teases my clit by drawing it in slow delicate circles.

"Oh, god, Ares, yes. I love it when you play with me like I'm your personal toy," I throw my head back from the intense pleasure.

"You are my personal toy to play with, Juliette Rothschild," he continues tormenting my pierced clit, tugging and then massaging it at a rough pace until a wave of slick wetness floods my core. "I can't wait anymore. Hold on. I'll be back."

I hear his tantalizingly hot whisper in my ear, making me open my eyes and watch him leave the bed. His powerful frame disappears in the en-suite bathroom leaving me all hot and heavy. A while later, he returns. With a disposable bag and two white towels in his hand.

Sweet mother of lord.

I gasp.

The mattress dips on his side as he resumes his seat next to me.

"C'mon, baby. Lift that glorious ass in the air and let me spread this beneath you," he chuckles, his cobalt blue gaze burns into mine in all seriousness.

Fuck.

I can't believe we're doing this.

I swallow as the butterflies rise in my belly and oblige. I rest my palms on the mattress and lift myself so he can slide the long towel beneath me.

"Good girl," he has this wicked grin on his face that reminds me of the big bad wolf. "Now part your legs for me."

Is it okay for me to think it's so fucking hot?

I'm absolutely breathless and I squirm under his captivating blue eyes not leaving mine. I can feel my pussy drenched with a mixture of my blood and oozing wetness. I'm so wet and ready for him to take me in whatever way he wants. Whichever way he wants.

"You good?" he asks, lowering himself on me.
I nod. I don't have the strength to answer in words.

"Good," he breathes, gliding his arm around me in a firm hold, latching me to him so close like I'm the most valuable thing in the world.

I love the weight of him on top of my body.

He straddles me, pushing my knees apart with his legs, and uses his hands on my thighs to spread my legs wider. His eyes don't leave mine all this while.

My rock hard nipples have started aching as they brush against his skin.

Knotting my fingers in his hair, I pull his face into mine for a kiss. His lips move hard against mine, in a desperate and greedy way trying as if his life depends on it. It's a rough kiss exuding dominance on my body and soul. I let out a helpless moan into his mouth, melting under his tempting hot kisses.

"I am going down on you. I need to taste you," he murmurs hungrily, stroking his tongue over my bottom lip.

"You... can't. Not today," I swallow. "You know why."

"Because you're bleeding down there?"

"Yes, Areston!"

"So?"

"So? So it feels so wrong. Ew. I don't want you to... god. I don't want you to be tasting my blood! No." I blush hard.

He chuckles, running his fingers in my hair, his pupils dilated with dark desire. "Belle, I won't be tasting your blood. We have tightly corked your cabernet sauvignon with our trusty little fluffy stopper, haven't we?"

Laughter bubbles up deep inside me and pierces out of my mouth. "I can't believe you said that."

"I did. Now, does my tongue have the permission to play with your clit during your period, tesoro?"

His bold words ignite a crimson tide of fierce blushes spreading across my cheeks. The idea of him wanting to go down on me during this time...it feels so erotic and so depraving. I feel an equal amount of thrillingly flustered and stunned. My heart is pounding heavily with a mix of deep, unspoken yearning and a scandalized shock.

"You may," I grab his shirt in fists, pressing myself closer to his hard body, grinding my wet pussy against his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

"Good." His hands crawl the back of my neck, grabbing a handful of my hair as he leans in to capture my lips in a searing hot, reckless kiss, making me lose myself completely under his heat.

I respond to his ardent kiss with equal vehemence, leaning into him and letting him explore my mouth as deeper as we can because my lifeline depends upon him. Our tongues clash, stroking deliciously against each other, relishing the taste, while his hands crush my breasts, his fingers tugging my hard pebbled nipples along with the beads piercing on them. He swallows the raspy moan that escapes my throat.

"Suck me hard. Make me cum," I murmur against his heated mouth, caressing my tongue against his, letting them dance passionately as we devour each other with our mouths until we're breathless.

"I fucking love it when you dirty to me, my slutty heiress," he says, crawling his hands down from my breasts, he traces the area down the side of my waist.

A spike of pure raw ecstasy fills my body. I kiss him with more passion but no matter how hard I kiss him, it feels it's not enough. I need more of him.

"Watch me as I devour your tight little cunt, Belle," he whispers, taking his own sweet time to kiss, explore, and feel my stomach.

I gasp when the delectable warmth of his mouth closes over the phoenix resting on my belly button.

"So soft... and creamy... I don't think I can ever get enough of your skin, tesoro mio," he whispers, licking the area surrounding my belly with the stroke of his sensual tongue.

"Please! Now." My fingers travel in his hair as I close my eyes and throw my head back in pleasure as he starts trailing a tantalizing series of flowery kisses on the inner areas of my thighs making me shudder.

"Patience, baby," he whispers, his mouth hovering over my pussy. "Patience is the best virtue of all."

I draw a raspy breath when he stretches my folds and blows a gentle, teasing kiss right there on my clit. A fire ignites deep in my belly leaving a powerful ache between my thighs.

"So beautiful," he stretches my legs wide apart and covers my pussy with his mouth with an aching tenderness that makes me shudder.

Billions of tingling sensations burst in my body, warmth flickers inside my core as I feel the graze of his five o'clock shadow against the inner sensitive areas as he eats me, kissing every inch of me. His tongue strokes my clit in a circular motion.

"Oh, god, yes." I press my fingers in his hair, aching for more of his mouth as I grind myself against his lips.

I gyrate my hips in a circular motion, trying to draw the maximum pleasure. He licks me with a hearty delight and sucks it harder and harder, his tongue slowly lashing out on my clit, hard and fast, making my pussy swell with overpowering pleasure.

"More... harder please." I cry feeling the sensations sparking in my body as he consumes me.

His hands slowly crawl up from my waist to my breasts under my top, clutching them in their powerful hold, and squeezing them as he pleasures me with his mouth.

This scene is mind-boggling... me spread wide apart to feed his mouth while his hands work on my breasts with an aching tenderness. I take a few seconds to marvel at the scene until I can no longer keep my eyes open and throw my head back letting myself swim in the throes of pleasure. He eats me with a sole determination of not leaving an inch of mine uncovered.

"It feels so good... yes. More... please." I gasp experiencing a heady combination of sweet and painful ecstasy.

I can feel my pussy starting to stiffen and pulsate involuntarily as if my heart has slipped there as his kisses grow deeper, more forceful, and hotter. My breasts feel tender and sore under his consistent kneading grip. My nipples have started burning and my legs have started aching from hanging around him but I don't give a single fuck to the pain because for me this is heaven.

Areston is exploring me so intimately, licking and biting my clit, the inner boundaries of my brimming vagina, sucking the juices, while I'm grinding my body against his mouth, hungry for more.

"So responsive, my precious wild rose," he says, circling his tongue repeatedly on my clit.

I moan and melt under his touch, aching for him to not stop. Unable to control myself, I grab his hair and start grinding my face into his mouth, making him chuckle in delight. It's so erotic. Pleasure is humming all over my body.

He makes me feel sexy. Powerful. And complete.I roll my hips against his mouth, grinding myself against him as much as my numb body allows me to, enticing him to eat me more. I can feel a strong orgasm building inside me once again. My hands leave my clit and travel in his hair, fisting them as I move relentlessly against his mouth.

"I'm going to come." I moan, holding my breath.

"So come, baby," he breathes, waving me a green signal and it doesn't take me long to allow the swirling waves of orgasm rip through my core as I cry out in pleasure.

I am left breathless and lifeless by the time I am done.

"God, Belle I need to fuck you now or I'd die of blue balls," he groans coming back up against my mouth, his hands glide down my breasts down to my stomach, playing with my belly ring.

"Yes, please." I am wet. A volcano inside me bursts, leaving molten lava sliding over my body.

I am absolutely unprepared for what he does next.

My eyes widen in surprise and my breath hitches in my throat as he yanks the tampon out of me with the string.

Is it okay for me to think it's so fucking hot?

It's smeared with my blood.

My jaw drops.

Holy fuck.

I am flushing all over my body, frozen tight to the spot as I watch him dispose it. I can feel the roasting hot blush growing through my cheeks and trailing down my body, setting my soul on fire.

My pussy is hammering mercilessly.

"You're hot," he growls in appreciation, covering my body with his. "So ready to be fucked. I love watching you at my mercy." He breathes against my mouth, biting my lower lip.

He places the head of his rock hard erection up against the entrance of my wet pussy and rubs it, teasing me slowly.

"So wet... so good. I can't wait to plunge into you, baby." He whispers, continuing to tease me. I can feel my juices rub around the tip of his shaft. I try to move but he doesn't let me.

"Ares, please." I moan, wrapping my hands in his hair, his mouth barely a centimeter away from mine. His hot breath is fanning all over my face. We kiss. Again. He mashes my lips with his, kissing me wild.

I eat his mouth with mine with my eyes closed while he keeps rubbing his shaft on the entrance of my dripping pussy. I surrender myself and start silently begging him to rip me apart with his cock. My clit is throbbing for the attention of it.

"Fuck me, Areston. Please." I plead, matching my gaze with blue burning ones. "Fuck me hard. Now."

"Your wish is my command, tesoro," his lips curl into a wicked grin as he lifts my legs so my feet are touching my ears and I'm curved into a small ball, my hips thrusted up.

Before I can breathe, he plunges half of his length in one single thrust that already makes me so crammed full of him and then the second thrust drives him so deep it kisses the wall of my abdomen.

I cry out loud as I accommodate him inside me. I try a vain attempt to move my hips against him desperately, but he is too heavy for me to move.

He starts moving inside me stroke after stroke, stretching the walls of my pussy wider with every thrust. Unable to control the pleasure waves clouding my senses, I pull his mouth into mine as his.

"Fuck it feels so good. You feel so good, baby," he growls against my mouth, ramming even harder. The oozing wetness of my blood is acting as a powerful lubricant for him. "Do you like it, Belle? Are you enjoying me inside you right now?"

"God, yes!" I gasp aloud, grasping the back of his hair tight as he plows me harder and harder.

Though I don't have the capacity to look anywhere but his eyes, I lower my head to watch the point where we are joined.

I notice him smeared in my blood down there, his thighs stained with blood as he moves in and out of my pussy. It is a huge turn on.

"Look into my eyes as I fuck you, Belle," his roar is animalistic as he demands. I can't help but surrender myself to his wish.

He keeps sliding into my pussy as deep as my body allows him to at a wild pace. He is fucking me raw like an animal. Stretching me wide. It feels perfect and so fucking good. In a few more strokes, he sends my body beyond the edge. My mouth falls wide open, and I throw my head back as a fierce cry escapes my mouth as a wave of an intense orgasm hits me.

There's a tight knot in my belly, my limbs are quivering, and I'm struggling to catch air against his lips, but he doesn't stop. He grabs my breasts hard, pumping into me at a ferocious pace, driving deeper and deeper into full force.

My body writhes in delicious pain. The force of his hands gripping my legs as he fucks me so painful but so amazing. I am sure I'm going to bruise all over like a peach but I don't care.

The air surrounding us has become so hot and sultry. We have bathed in sweat. The only sounds we can hear are our ragged breaths, my cries, and the movement of his balls slapping hard against my pussy as he fucks me raw.

"Yes, Ares," I cry, my voice muffled against his shoulder, biting his skin as he moves into me. It's not long until he comes. I can feel it. "You fuck me so good, baby. You feel so good inside me."

"Your mouth is going to be the death of me, Belle. I'm about to come, baby. Look at me as I fill you, Belle." He growls.

His cock twitches and swells and then he comes inside me, my pussy squeezing him hard as he undoes himself and empties himself until the last drop while fucking me deep. The feeling of watching him come is surreal.

We lie in each other's embrace, breathing heavily and our bodies covered in sweat.

His face is buried in the nook between my shoulder and neck, his fingers are still holding my breasts, and his cock still inside my pussy.

I'm watching the ceiling with my fingers unconsciously moving in his hair.

He is a little too heavy for me, but I don't wish to break our precious contact. I try to move but he doesn't allow me to.

"Stay," he whispers, kissing my ear, and rolls over, without detaching his body from mine.
I'm now lying on top of him, feeling his thickness still in me. "I love staying buried deep inside you," he smiles.

"I love it when you're inside me," I lower my face to brush my lips against his. "Quite a messy sex we've had, huh?"

"The best I've ever had," he answers with a cocky grin and looks down at the point where we're joined. "Little bloodbath out there?" He winks.

"God, you're insufferable,"" I smack his chest gently, blushing.

"Let's stay like this for a while and I'll clean both of us in the shower." He announces, caressing my back.

"You better because I don't have the capacity." I smile, kissing his jaw, and rest my face on his chest, listening to his heartbeats.

"I can't believe I got to experience a privilege I've never allowed myself to experience," he hums in my hair. "This is surreal. Hands down the best sex of my life. Every time with you is the best of my life, but this one just moved a little higher on the scale."

I grin. "Why did you never try it with one of your submissives?"

"I never needed any intimacy from any of them. But you're mine so I need it in every way I can."

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