Page 71 of Married with Blood
I stepped toward him carefully, mindful of his wounds, and kissed him. Drugged by the need on his lips and the hunger in the grip of his hands on me, I sighed against him and let him back me into the huge shower stall. While he plundered my mouth, I blindly groped for the faucets to turn the shower on.
Water blasted out to rain on us. Soaking our clothes. Matting my hair down on my face. Rinsing the blood from his shirt and off my hands.
He pulled back, breathless, to gaze into my eyes. Cupping my face gently, he brushed my hair back.
“I thought I was supposed to be your nurse.”
“I’m starting to think you’re my everything,” he whispered as he pierced me with such an intense and honest stare that it was like a punch to the heart. He stole my breath, rendering me helpless to love him.
I kissed him tenderly as I began to pull his clothes off. It wasn’t a rush, it wasn’t a frantic attempt to get naked just to fuck.
This was different.
Intimate and slow.
Careful and lazy.
I carefully stripped him while kissing him, and he began to pry at my clothes too. When it was too obvious that his arm was sore from the cut on it, I backed up only enough to make him growl with impatience. If this man could ever be accused of pouting, this was it.
“Carina…” He pulled me back toward him, and I willingly fell against him. He held me close, returning me to that security I knew that I would only ever find with him. Feeling his strong arms locked around me was my safe haven. But registering the hard push of his dick against my stomach reminded me that we didn’t have to be overly careful after his hits.
Right now, as I framed his face and stared at him with the water pelting down and the steam curling around us, I wanted to celebrate that wewerealive. That no matter what obstacles we faced, weweretogether.
I reached over to turn the water off, but he wasn’t having it.
“No. I can’t—” He pushed me toward the wall. “I can’t wait. Carina. I need younow.”
The tiles chilled my back slightly, but as he hoisted me up higher and I parted my legs, I reveled in this intense connection that linked us closer together than ever before.
“You’re bleeding,” I protested lightly.
He didn’t argue. He didn’t even reply. Laying his mouth against mine as he lifted me into his arms, he demonstrated that even pain, even a bleeding wound, wouldn’t make him slow down or reconsider.
I clung to him, making sure that as I cinched my legs around his hips that I wasn’t rubbing against the gash on his side. Blood trickled down, mixing with the water, but I wasn’t so squeamish that I’d freak out at his blood on my thigh.
He lined up his dick to my pussy, and with how hot for him that I was, with how soaked I was from kissing him and feeling his slick, naked body flush with mine, he pushed the wide domed head inside easily.
The stretch had me gasping. The wide fit would always catch my attention. But as he tilted his head to the side and sucked on my tongue, I moaned in delight and widened my legs. It pushed my hips toward his, and he thrust up in one brutal, greedy shove.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered against his lips.
“It only…” He grunted as he set up a quick rhythm of withdrawing and slamming back into me. “It only gets better. Every fucking time.”
I nodded, delirious with the need to come already. Sinking down on his arms but careful not to aggravate his wounds, I tried to ride him too. Using the leverage of my back against the wall, I made love with my wounded, strong husband until we both came together.
Too soon, waves of pleasure shot through me. I trembled and panted, overcome by the beauty of taking this hard-hearted killer after I feared losing him.
And that was all it took for him to lose it. He groaned, gripping my ass tightly as his dick jerked and twitched deep inside me. I milked him dry, squeezing him as I came. His knees shook. His arms stayed around me, but when he rested his brow on my shoulder, I knew that we’d delayed long enough.
“Okay.NowI think I need to seriously play nurse and wrap up those cuts.”
He chuckled lightly before pressing a kiss to my neck and letting me down to stand. “If you say so.”
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MAKSIM
Carina didn’t stir when I got up the next morning.
