“Please, Dion. Move,” I urge, my head titling as I feel myself contracting around his hardened length.
Dion wraps my legs around his waist and drives into me mercilessly, and I bite my lip to stifle my whimpers. Every sensation is heightened, each stroke amplified, and I don’t even care that I’m bleeding anymore.
“Eísai poutána mono gia ména.”
My pussy clenches.
“Nai nai nai, moró. Mi stamatás,” I plead.
In a few more thrusts, I come undone. My body tenses, a wave of pleasure crashing over me. I cry out, and Dion slaps a hand over my mouth to silence my moans. My muscles tighten and release in a rhythm of pure ecstasy.
Dion slows his movements as I gather myself, the intensity of my climax leaving me trembling, my legs shaking as I cling to him.
After a few moments, he gently lowers me. “Get on your knees, little liar,” he commands, his voice husky with desire. I sink to the floor, meeting his eyes with a burning gaze.
His cock is covered in a mixture of my period blood and arousal. It only heightens my desire. It’s fucking filthy. Dirty. Primal.
I grab Dion’s shaft, the stickiness clinging to my palms.
He looks down at me, his chest expanding with every ragged breath. Then, opens his mouth to let a trickle of saliva fall onto the tip of his cock.
“Suck it.”
Without sparing a second, I swallow him whole, teasing his swollen head with light suction before coming up for air.
Dion snakes his fingers into my hair, pulling at the nape, and my eyes water from the sting.
“Riri,” he groans. “Baby.” He plunges down my throat and I gag, tears now leaking down my cheeks. “You take my cock so well.”
In and out, Dion fucks my mouth until he finds his release, shooting ropes of cum into my mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” he orders, and I obey.
Extending a hand, he helps me to my feet, his eyes still burning with raw intensity. He swipes his thumb over my lips. “Ómorfi. You’re fucking perfect. Swollen lips, mouth full of my cum. Your blood smeared all over your jaw. It’s a fucking sight to be seen, Aria.”
Dion hooks his thumb into my mouth, causing some of his release to trickle down my chin.
He pulls me close, our bodies pressed together, and he licks the trail of cum off my face. My breath falters.
His tongue finds its way into my mouth, the gentle brushing of lips becoming more and more urgent and consuming. I savor the flavor of his taste, mixed with the metallic tang of my blood. It’s an intoxicating blend that ignites a fire within me. A soft moan escapes my lips.
Dion’s hands cradle my face, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, exploring every inch of my mouth. My knees weaken, and I shudder against him.
My hands find their way to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, our bodies melting into one.
When we finally pull away, I immediately feel the absence of his lips. The heat of our shared breath lingering in the air.
My pulse races, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I swallow a laugh. “This isn’t normal. We just consumed my period blood.”
Dion’s smile widens. He takes my wrists and pins them against the cool wall behind me. The suddenness of it makes me gasp.
“I never said I was normal,” Dion replies, his voice low and intense. “And if I were, you wouldn’t love me the way you do. Because you’re messed up too, little liar.”
I look up at him, my breath coming in shallow bursts, and I know he’s right. There’s a part of me that craves this, that needs this connection, no matter how unconventional it might be.
“Maybe I am,” I whisper.
Dion leans in, his kiss searing and possessive, smearing the last traces of my blood. “That’s why you’re perfect for me, wife.”