FORTY-EIGHT

It was a bit cold now that she had taken off her sweater, but she very well couldn't tell him she was cold since she had just said she wasn't. She was glad his wrapped his warms arms around her to carry on with their make out session.

His hands skillfully roamed and caressed her body till she wasn't feeling so stiff anymore. All the while, he continued to kiss her as though he sought to completely drink her in.

"Feeling better?" He asked when their lips parted but remained tantalizingly close.

She nodded immediately.

"Let me hear you say it." He said.

He could never take her nonverbal responses as answers, could he?

"I feel better." She told him.

"And who's making you feel better?" He asked her.

"You are." She replied and a smirk curved his lips.

"That's right, Yalda." He said. "Are you going to thank me for making you feel better?"

She moaned quietly as his hand ventured lower to massage her ass gently.

"Yes. What do you want me to do?" She asked him.

She would do pretty much anything he wanted; that was how it had always been.

"Feeling generous, are we?" He asked.

He brushed her hair from her face before trailing kisses down her neck slowly. She tipped her head back to give him access as she moaned quietly.

"I missed you." He said to her surprised.

"I was with you yesterday." She quietly reminded him.

He shook his head.

"Yalda you haven't been the same." He told her. "I missed having your blind trust, your submission; I missed having you to myself."

What he had said may have as well been a love confession because Yalda felt like she was flying over the bloody moon; she felt like the best thing had happened to her just now.

He had missed having her to himself....

That was pretty much all she had heard, everything else had been forgotten on hearing those words. She had never been one to blush much, but her cheeks warmed up slowly as did her heart.

She stared into his eyes though their depths gave nothing away, and he stared into hers. She wondered if he truly couldn't tell from her eyes that she loved him more than she loved herself, she loved him more than life.

'I wish I could have you to myself.....'

Those words, she wished she could say those words out loud, she wished she could tell him, not just that, she wished she could have him to herself.

"Are you back, Yalda?" He asked her.

She nodded once more.

"I am." She replied.

Perhaps she had only just needed to know that he really did cared about her.

She bit her lips to stop herself from moaning as his hot trail of kisses descended to her chest and then the ample flesh of her breast, her hold on him tightened as he bit and sucked to leave his mark on her skin.

Her body shivered sweetly and she squirmed almost restlessly against his hardened bulge. He gripped her hip immediately as his gaze snapped back to hers.

"Don't. Not unless you want me replacing your tampon." He warned quietly.

His words had her moaning quietly, had her getting even more restless. She hated her periods for several reasons, one of them being because of how horny it made her from time to time. He had only just felt her up a bit and her body was literally screaming to be touched some more, to be touched in the most intimate places.

"I can't help it." She told him.

He shook his head.

"Yalda, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now." He said.

His words had pleasure stabbing at the pit of her stomach all over again. She stared back at him with darkened eyes that exposed all the lewd thoughts she was having, and he stared into those eyes for a moment before his brow arched slightly.

"It seems you want to be fucked just the same." He said as his lips once again curved in a smirk. "That can be arranged."

Yet another shuddering breath left her as she caught onto his suggestion. She had never done this; she had always drawn the line when it came to having sex during her period, but right now, she wasn't sure she could control herself.

"I'm not chill with all the....blood." She told him. She knew she sounded stupid; she was a grown ass woman who was uncomfortable with blood. She had never told him before since there had never been a need to, but here they were.

His brow arched even more.

"Then you better not look down." He said as he wrapped his arms around her securely and rose to the feet, effortlessly taking her with him.

Her heart pounded against her chest heavily as he set her down on the table, and as he parted her thighs and stepped between her legs, she felt a sudden pang of pain shoot to her core. She winced as her forehead creased in discomfort.

She truly did hate her period.

Alexander's smirk remained in place though he noticed her discomfort, and he shook his head before brushing her hair from her face gently.

"I'm beginning to rethink this." He said to her.

They had that in common; her cramps were out for her apparently. She nodded once.

"Let's leave this for when you're not wincing from the slightest touch." He said.

She nodded once more though she was drenched in disappointment.

"Where you actually going to fuck me on the dinning table?" She asked him now that she was thinking straight. "On my period...."

He rolled his eyes humorously but nodded nonetheless, causing her cheeks to flame.

"The cleaners would have had something to talk about." He said before once again hauling her up and carefully setting her down on her feet. "Let me know when your period is over; I'll fuck you until you can't stand."

He may have sounded crude but she loved it, and she couldn't wait.

"Come on." He said as he took her hand began leading her to his room.

And as they began walking away, Loki pranced out from where he had been lying quietly to hurry after them.

"Seriously, when did you get a dog?" He asked her.

She chuckled humorously.

"I got him yesterday." She replied. "Saw a video of a cute Pomeranian yesterday and I decided to get one."

"And you named him Loki." He said humorously. "He's going to be mischievous; might as well have watched us fucking on the table like a pervert.

And her laughter traveled through the house for the first time in a very long time.
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