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Despite my vow to spend an hour working on my novel my page still remained empty. I kept getting distracted. The intermittent contractions of my uterus trying to rid itself of its lining so it could start anew was distracting. While usually I would set aside some time for me to revel in the pain I had things to do and this just happened to be the only time I had available to fit in my novel.
I must've been more distracted than I thought since I didn't hear Tyler enter the cabin before he came bursting in the room I had set up as an office.
“Are you hurt?!” The way his panic caressed each syllable left me distracted in an entirely different way. Oh how the primal stench of fear made my blood heat and pulse quicken in the most delicious way.
“Like there's anything in these woods that would ever earn the chance to hurt me.” I tossed over my shoulder still staring down at my page while a smirk tried and failed to pull at my lips.
“Then why do I smell blood?” Mhmm that panic and fear is sliding right into annoyance and almost anger at my blase response to his worry, even better.
“I know you tend to lack critical thinking skills but do try your best to come up with a reason why a woman might possibly smell of blood despite not being injured”
“Oh.” I felt a slight growl cascade across the room but it could have been my imagination.
“Yes oh, you men can never seem to remember that every month for around a week we menstruate and therefore bleed.”
“Wednesday.”
“Just a moment, mi amor” shit I try not to use pet names cause they make Tyler way too soft and cuddly but sometimes they just slip out when I'm distracted. “I finally came up with the direction of this chapter”
“Wednesday” this time I knew I hadn't imagined the way he growled my name. I looked over my shoulder and he was much closer than I thought and when I looked into his eyes they were clouded over. I quickly got up to fully take him in.
I reached my hand out caressing his cheek. “Oh, mio mostro, no need to get all bent out of shape.” I don't know why but the feral side of him, the side ruled by his instincts brought out a softer side of me. The side that knew that no matter how strong he was physically, he had retreated to this part of himself when he could no longer keep himself safe.
This time though he turned his nose into my hand and started smelling up my arm. It actually took effort not to laugh at his new strange behavior. Still though I held it back as he just kept sniffing down my body. He's still looking for the origins of my blood. Then Tyler made it to my core the origins of that smell. He inhaled deep and I felt my stomach flip at that.
“I need to taste you…please” if my blood was hot from his fear my blood must have started boiling at hearing him whimper out the word please in his desperation.
Fuck, how could I deny such an earnest request. “Very well”, he looked up at me from his knees with almost glassy eyes at my response. Fuck, fuck, fuck I needed him. How dare he look at me with such desperation that it made my body sing with need.
He clearly didn't want to wait any longer either because next thing I knew my tights were at my ankles and he was back on his feet. He reached for my neck and pulled me into a searing kiss. His tongue darting out to touch my own as we both opened our mouths to deepen the kiss. I nipped at his bottom lip, biting hard enough that I tasted blood. I groaned at the all too familiar tang of iron in my mouth Tyler's own answering mine in return.
He leaned further into my space, crowding me back toward the desk. His hand left my neck to brace against the desk on one side and from the other I heard the scrape of my typewriter being moved to the side, he was smart enough to know that even if the taste of him was overwhelming my senses I’d still stop his advancements if it was broken even a little. Then I felt him start to hike up my skirts and lift me at the waist to sit me on the desk.
Fuck he was back on his knees again but this time there were way less layers blocking him from my sex. Just my underwear left now. I looked down and he smiled that dopey smile of his that gave me butterflies, but then that clouded look was back and his face was where I wanted it most. He breathed deeply, smelling me just like he did before he started begging but this time I felt his tongue start laving at my cunt through my underwear instead. I could barely feel his ministrations through the layer but it still felt so good. Then he nipped at me grabbing hold of my underwear with his teeth and began slowly pulling them down, but I needed him now and didn't have the patience for this pace. I lifted my hips and pulled them down so he could have full access to me.
I felt him chuckle into me and the vibrations made my walls clench. His tongue was back on me but there was no longer something obstructing the sensation. “Mhm Tyler” at the sound of my wanton need he smirked and then dove deeper licking a strip up my cunt ending at my clit which he nipped at, earning another groan from me. Soon my hands were in his curls needing something to grab onto as he brought me higher and higher. While his mouth kept nipping and licking my clit he brought one of his hands up and inserted them into my cunt, but he didn't get far before he hit my menstrual cup. Fuck, this time my groan wasnt from pleasure but from annoyance.
“Fuck, okay, forgot I had that in for a minute. I’ll go to the bathroom and take it out.” I said tapping his head trying to signal for him to move as I went to stand up.
Instead though he gripped my thighs and growled again. “Don't even think of getting up”. He kept one hand on my thighs holding me down as if he was scared I wouldn't listen, his mouth returned to their earlier ministrations as his other hand started to remove the cup from me. I heard him drop it on the ground and he dove deeper into me, his tongue digging into my cunt instead as I felt blood and slick gush out of me. He did not cower in disgust like most men would when confronted with menstrual blood, no he seemed to revel in it trying to lick even deeper into me. I felt the pleasure coil tighter and tighter until finally I was on the crest of release.
“Ty..Tyler I'm, I'm gonna.” He switched to pistoning his two middle fingers into me as his mouth moved back up to my clit, sucking and biting at it.
“Come for me Weds, I wanna feel you squeeze around my fingers while you scream my name and gush more cream for me to devour.”
“Uh, uh, TYLER!” I fell off the edge plunging into the bliss of my orgasm.
“That's right, just like that.” I was panting now. Leaning over his head while I tried to catch my breath as he kept sucking at me through the waves. When I was done he leaned back on his heels looking up at me with the red of blood all around his mouth. God there's just something about him covered in blood that gets me going. He grinned that dopey crooked smile up at me again and I grabbed the lapels of his flannel and dragged him up towards my mouth crashing our mouths together. A could taste myself on his lips, this man might just be my undoing. Not even five minutes after I came and I was already so unbearably horny for him all over again.