"Don't look!"
"Too late," I grin as I stare at the blood coating my cock
and her inner thighs. Intense satisfaction spreads through me, and when my eyes flick to Mariya's, it tenses my voice as I say, "I think the blood is fitting for our first time together. The spoils of the war I waged to make you mine."
"Jesus, Luca," she mutters as she pulls her legs up and
scoots off the bed. "Caveman much?"
"Definitely. I don't know why that surprises you," I chuckle as I get up and follow her into the bathroom.
I reach into the shower and open the faucets, then drag her
beneath the spray with me.
"It's cold," she shrieks, trying to duck away, but I yank her body to mine and keep her locked to me with my left arm.
"I'll warm you up soon enough," I tease, slipping my hand between her thighs.
She gives me an incredulous look. "Don't push your luck. I'm dead sure I don't have another orgasm in me so soon after the intense one you just gave me."
"How intense?" I ask, my voice low and seductive as I
lightly start to stroke her clit.
Her lips part, and her hands find my shoulders.