Chapter 60: Bloody Sheets
What was there to cover now?
He had even licked her there!
"You’re—" She swallowed, still catching her breath. "You’re a menace."
Kian fell onto the bed beside her and grabbed her hand, gently counting her fingers and caressing it.
"Well, baby girl. You suck me off every day, what’s wrong with me doing the same?"
Mia opened her mouth. Closed it.
The word *baby girl* bounced around inside her skull like a bell that wouldn’t stop ringing, and whatever argument she’d been about to make dissolved into a giddy, stupid warmth that spread from her chest all the way to her fingertips.
Without saying anything, she moved upto his neck and gave him a big bite.
She was still catching her breath, still flushed and sticky and completely exposed, and he was just—playing with her hand. Like they had all the time in the world.
"That’s different," she finally managed. "I don’t know how, but it is."
"How?" He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, eyes never leaving her face. "Explain it to me. Use small words. I’m just a simple cultivator."
She turned her head on the pillow to glare at him, but the effect was ruined by the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth and the way her fingers curled tighter around his.
Mia’s glare softened into something else entirely—something warm and half-drunk on all of this.
"I want to bite you so bad right now," she said, her voice still husky from what he’d done to her. "But your skin is like copper, so annoying."
"You can try, actually," he said. "Bite."
"Okay."
She rolled onto her side and pressed her lips to his shoulder—not a bite, not this time, but a kiss so soft it barely registered against his hardened skin.
Then another, trailing up to the curve of his neck, her breath warm and uneven.
Her hand left his and slid across his chest, fingers splaying over the muscle there like she was trying to do something to him.
Kian stayed still, letting her explore.
Her lips found his jaw, bit him slightly, then moved on to the corner of his mouth. She kissed it and then moved to the bridge of his nose—and then began a scattered, almost frantic mapping of his face with her kisses.
She kissed his closed eyelid and he felt her smile against his skin, a secret pressed into him.
"I don’t know what I’m doing," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I just—I want to—do everything I can to you right now. I just feel so under expressed."
She kissed his mouth then, hard and clumsy and full of everything she couldn’t name, and Kian cupped the back of her head and kissed her back just as fiercely.
When they broke apart, both of them were breathing harder than before.
Mia pushed herself up, her frail arms on both of his sides as she looked down at him. Her hips straddled his hips before he could pull her back down, her black hair falling around them like a curtain.
She looked down at him with something fierce and vulnerable all at once, her lips kiss-swollen and her cheeks flushed.
"My turn," she said, and her voice didn’t wobble at all. "You’re going to let me express myself now."
Kian’s hands found her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft dip of her waist. "Look at you being the one on top. I never let Jia get away with that."
"Good." She fumbled with the ties of his trousers, her fingers less steady than her voice.
She freed him from the fabric and her confidence wavered for exactly half a second—he saw it in the way her throat bobbed—before she gripped him with both hands and positioned herself above him.
"I just want it right now!"
"You are in love alright," he said with a smile, rubbing her face with his thumb.
"Are you not?"
He pulled her into a kiss. "Of course."
"Good!"
Her thighs trembled as she lowered herself, a slow, slick slide that made her mouth fall open on a soundless gasp. She immediately moved for a kiss.
Her nails dug into his chest. Her eyes never left his.
Kian could feel how perfectly he fit inside her even as he broke through her hymen.
"There," she breathed, fully seated, her body adjusting around him. "Now who’s the—the menace?"
Then, her eyes suddenly became fully moist.
Tears started to drip on Kian’s face.
"What is it baby girl?"
"It hurts," she choked out, her voice cracking into something small and wounded. "It hurts so much, you idiot—why didn’t you tell me it would hurt this much?"
Kian’s eyes widened. He laughed—a short, nervous sound that he immediately tried to swallow back down.
He didn’t move his waist at all.
"In my defense, you kind of just slammed yourself down like you were trying to break a board at a dojo. It was you..."
She hit his chest with a weak fist. Then another. Tears dripped hot onto his cheeks, and her whole body trembled around him, still impaled, still refusing to move an inch in either direction.
"Don’t make jokes right now—I’m literally dying—"
"You’re not dying." He cupped her face with both hands, thumbs wiping at the tears that wouldn’t stop coming.
"You just—baby, that was your first time. You’re supposed to go slow. Let it stretch. Why the hell did you let it drop like a guillotine?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know that?"
"You’re supposed to know because I’m supposed to know, and I’m an idiot who forgot to warn you." He kept his hands on her face, thumbs still working at the tear tracks. "Don’t move. Just breathe. Let your body get used to it."
Mia sniffled, her lower lip trembling in a way that made her look pitiful and cute. At the same time, she looked terrified.
"It feels like you split me in half. Is that normal?"
"Very normal. You’re doing good." He kissed her gently. "Just stay still for a minute and let me do the work from here."
She nodded, her forehead dropping to rest against his, and for a long moment they just breathed together—her shaky inhales matching his steady ones, her body slowly unclenching around him inch by torturous inch.
He felt the exact second the pain ebbed and something else took its place, because her hips twitched. Just a tiny, involuntary roll that made them both gasp.
He began to move slowly.
She closed her eyes tightly, holding him for the first few strokes.
"Oh," she whispered, her eyes going wide. "Oh, that’s—that’s different now."
"Told you." He grinned up at her, but his voice had gone rough at the edges. "Do you like it?"
"Wait, don’t be so hasty!"
She hit his chest again.
Kian caught her wrist before she could land a third blow, his fingers gentle around the small bones. "Stop hitting me. You’re the one who decided to drop yourself on me like an anvil."
"Don’t argue against me!"
"Unreasonable!"
"Shut up!"
Her hips were already moving—tiny, experimental rocks that made her breath catch in her throat. The pain was still there, a dull ache at the edges, but underneath it something else was building. Something that made her toes curl.
"You’re so annoying. You’re so—oh—"
She took a deep breath, her knees tightened.
"Hmmm!" Mia moaned into his mouth. "I love you!"
He didn’t thrust.
He let her set the pace, feeling himself lose in pleasure as she moved.
She was a quick study.
’Damn her body is great!’
Within minutes she’d found a rhythm that worked for her—slow rolls of her hips that ground him deep, then shallow little moves that made her bite her lip and close her eyes.
"You’re so beautiful when you’re just doing what you want," he said.
"Shut up! Shut up! Make your skin weak and let me bite you!"
Finding no way to get a good bite, she just bit his lips.
Kian caressed her head as he pushed his dick deep inside her.
Her mouth fell open. Her rhythm stuttered. "You said—you said you’d let me do the work—"
"I lied." He thrust up again, harder this time, and watched her head fall back.
Nggg~~
Ah~
Anggh~
Stop~
Don’t.. Stop!~
GGhh~
Mia’s nails raked down his chest as she tried to find purchase on skin that wouldn’t give, and the frustration only made her tighter around him.
"You—you bastard—I said let me fuck you—"
"You take too long, I can’t handle it!"
He drove up into her and held there, buried to the hilt, grinding against the spot that made her vision spark white at the edges.
Her head snapped forward, and she bit down hard on his lower lip.
The sensation shuddered through them both, a burst of pleasure and pain and the raw, impossible closeness of her all around him.
She hit his back quickly, scared: "Something’s coming, darling!"
He felt the moment her orgasm hit because her whole body clenched like a fist.
Hngg!
That also broke all his control, her thighs locking around his hips, her inner walls milking him with desperate, rhythmic pulses along with her own release.
For a long moment neither of them moved.
She collapsed onto his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her breath coming in ragged, hiccupping gasps.
He could feel the wetness between her thighs—his seed and her climax mingling, a slow trickle that traced down the inside of her leg—and his softening length still tucked inside her, both of them too spent to separate.
She blinked at him. "Are you still cumming inside?"
"Yeah," he said. "This was a big release."
Her tears had stopped, replaced by chuckles.
"Sorry I was so rude," she said.
"Thank my luck that I have iron skin, otherwise I’d have probably lost my lips to you crazy girl."
Worried, she looked at his lips. "Thank god it’s okay."
Then, she turned to look at their mess anfd gasped.
The bedsheets were so bloody!