Page 62 of The Bound Blood
I nod too fast, my voice cracking again. “Yes.Yes. Just—tell me what to do. Please.”
She leans back just enough to meet my gaze.
“You don’t have to do anything, Nolan,” she says, eyes fierce and tender all at once. “Justfeel. Let me take care of you today.”
She eases me back on the bench, our bodies still tangled. The cool stone at my back is nothing compared to the warmth of her, her palms pressed to my chest, her lips tracing a path from the corner of my mouth to my jaw, down the line of my throat.
I gasp—because I didn’t know it could feel like lightning and gravity all at once.
“Still okay?” she murmurs.
“Gods, yes.”
She laughs softly, but it’s not mocking. It’s sweet. As though she’s proud of me. As if she likes that she’s doing thiswithme, not justtome.
I’ve read a thousand descriptions of first times—awkward, perfect, messy, sweet—but none of them prepared me forher. For how careful she is. For howseenI feel.
I slide my hands up her back, rediscovering the shape of her in slow, reverent passes. My fingertips tremble as they dip under fabric, but she doesn’t rush me. She just lets me explore—lets mewanther.
And stars, I do.
I want all of her. The girl who stood in front of the Council with fire in her eyes. The one who kissed me as though I was her anchor. The one who is now slowly lifting her shirt, her gaze never leaving mine.
She pulls it off, and I stop breathing.
She’s beautiful. I knew that. But this is different. This isbare. This is Lindsay choosing to trust me, to be vulnerable with me, and my heart aches from the weight of it.
“You can touch me,” she says, voice soft.
I do.
Tentatively at first, my hands brushing over skin I’ve only dreamed about. And when she sighs—when she leans into the touch—I nearly lose the fragile control I’m clinging to.
She guides us forward, moving with slow confidence, helping me with each new step. I fumble a little. My hands shake. I get too caught up in kissing her to remember what I’m supposed to do next. But she doesn’t laugh. She just smiles against my mouth and adjusts.
Her fingers go to my waistband, pausing a second as she gazes down at me. The light kisses her skin, and it is an image I will never be able to erase from my memory. Her blue hair flows down her back, a few strands coming over her shoulder and brushing the tips of her nipples.
Which are rosey and hard-looking. I reach for her breasts, rolling the hard nubs gently between my fingers and am rewarded when her head falls back, a low moan flowing from between her lips. My cock pulses in my pants at the sound.
I need her to keep making those breathy moans. Or maybe I need her to stop, because I’m pretty sure I could come with just the sound alone.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur. When she makes another breathy sound, I lean forward and capture her nipple between my lips and suck softly, twirling my tongue around the surface of her skin. Then I release it and do the same to the other, until her fingers are threaded in my hair, holding me to her.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” she asks in a broken laugh. And she rubs against my length and lets out another moan.
Holy stars. A gasp of pleasure falls over her skin as I try to catch my breath. “I’m not going to last five seconds if you keep doing that.”
She bites her lip and meets my eyes, her own bright and happy. “I’m patient. The second time is usually longer anyway.”
Second time?My heart does somersaults inside my chest. She’s talking about a second time like I’m not going to completely ruin this first time with my inexperience.
While I’m busy having an internal crisis, she’s already unbuttoning my pants with steady, sure fingers. The zipper rasps down—loud in the quiet tower—and then her hand slips inside my briefs. Cool fingertips brush my overheated skin, then wrap around me, firm and perfect.
I think I might have died and gone to heaven.
Her grip is nothing like my own hurried, fumbling strokes in the dark of my dorm room once everyone is asleep. She’s slow at first, exploratory—thumb tracing the thick vein along the underside, circling the slick bead of pre-cum at the tip until I hiss through my teeth. My hips jerk involuntarily, chasing the contact.
Then she moves.
