Page 122 of Devious Obsession
“Shut up and get in bed.”
It surprises her. I clench my fists at the idea of any boy making her feel worthless when she’s bleeding. What’s a little blood anyway? I happen to like the stuff.
She finally moves back and crawls onto the bed, lying on her side. I follow her, glancing at her bedside table. It’s got what I would expect to be normal items—a glass of water, a small bottle of pain relievers.
“What happens when you get your period?” I ask, gesturing at her abdomen. “Cramps?”
“Yeah. My lower back spasms sometimes, and everything gets sore.” She bites her lip again. “And…”
“And?”
“My nipples.”
I try not to smile at her low voice. Sounds like she’s almost embarrassed. “What about them, sweetheart?”
“They get sensitive. Sometimes to the point of hurting.”
I nod once. “And what hurts right now?”
“My back.”
I kick off my shoes and roll her onto her stomach. She lets out a squeak but quickly goes still when I push the shirt up her back. I run my hands along either side of her spine, my fingers digging into her muscles ever so gently.
She groans.
“That’s my girl.” I continue to massage her back, paying attention to her lower back. She’s got knots, from stress or her period, I don’t know, but she seems to sink into the mattress with every touch. “Let me help you.”
After a while, her breathing evens out. I stretch out beside her and pull the blankets up and over us, angling my body toward hers. And while I know I’m a sucker, part of me enjoyed helping her, making her feel a little better.
So with that in mind, I try not to think about what’s coming.
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ASPEN
Imoan before I’m fully conscious. Pleasure twists through me, eradicating the awful cramps that have been lingering in my lower abdomen. And then I’m more aware of what’s actually happening. The weight pressing on my hips, the hand around the back of my neck.
I force my eyes to open and stare up at Steele. He’s watching me, leaned over a little while his fingers move across my clit. And then my shock gives way to horror.
“Steele, I’m—”
“Shh,” he whispers, thrusting harder into me. “I’ve got you.”
My eyes roll back. I reach up and loop my arms around his neck, dragging him down harder against me. Our chests are flush, skin sliding against each other, but he doesn’t relent on my clit. Everything about it is slow and purposeful, like he enjoys stoking this fire within me.
I’m burning up.
His lips finally touch mine, and I open my mouth to him. His tongue takes possession, and another whimper comes out. I lift my legs and hook them around his hips, and he suddenly slides even deeper. The stretch of his length inside me is glorious. It’s like he’s never fucked me before, every part of me is hypersensitive.
He breaks off the kiss and trails his lips lower, down my throat. He sucks my nipple into his mouth. My back arches automatically, and I gasp. The sound echoes in my ears.
“Oh, god,” I cry when his teeth scrape my skin. His tongue flicks at my nipple. He matches the movements with his fingers on my clit.
It doesn’t just bring me to an orgasm—it shoves me into it.
I cry out again, louder, as it rips through me.
His pace quickens. His fingers leave my clit, dragging up my body. He palms my other breast, squeezing and kneading it as he pumps inside me faster. Harder. Each slam rocks my bed against the wall, the headboard knocking. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts.
