Babel Novel
Chapter 54
Chapter 54
“What do I do?” I ask him, and his fingers mold around my hand. He moves my hand up and down his
hard length and he groans. He then let my hand go, and I mimicked the movements, feeling it twitch in
my hand.
“Fuck, your hands are so small,” he groans.
“I don’t think it’s my hands that are small, just this thing is huge,” I tell him.
He laughs. “They’re small compared to mine,” he tells me when I feel his body tense and hear his voice
change, turning deeper.
“Zirah, either you have to stop or talk to me,” he growls out through clenched teeth when I see Gnash
jump to his feet, my hand stops and I look at Regan hesitantly.
Not wanting to stop, I try to think of something to say when I wriggle, sitting up slightly and pressing my
lips to his softly. His eyes snap open. He watches me warily for a second when I lean down to kiss him
again, yet he remains still making me hesitate.
When I move to pull away he grips the back of my neck, forcing my lips down on his. My tongue
brushes his, and he groans, thrusting into my hand, making me gasp when I feel his hips move against
my hand movements.
“Can I taste–”
“No, Zirah, maybe next time, not this time. I am barely holding it together,” he whispers, and I nod
glancing over my shoulder but Gnash sits down.
“Next time?” I ask him.
“If you want?” I nod my head before realizing there won’t be a next time because I won’t be here
tomorrow but that is quickly forgotten when he rolls into me, his lips crashing against mine hungrily. My
hand loses its grip on him, and he rocks his hips against me.
“I want to fuck you!” He growls and I freeze, feeling his cock against my thigh. He rocks his hips against
me and my heart races in my chest.
“But I won’t, I don’t want to hurt you.” He murmurs as his lips trail across my jaw when I feel his hand
move between our bodies, he fists his cock, running it between my folds to my clit making me groan, he
then turns awkwardly.
His lips latch onto my nipple, and he tugs on it, sucking on the hardened bud. I rock my hips against
him without meaning to, and he growls, biting down on it and making me hiss.
“Don’t tempt me, stay still, Z,” he growls out and I grip his shoulder while he strokes himself while
teasing me with his tongue while my hand clutches his hair. The next second, he prises my fingers from
his hair and pins my wrist to the bed. His lips crash down on mine. His tongue forcing its way past my
lips as he kisses me deeply; he groans into my mouth.
A second later he curses, pulling away and dropping his head onto my shoulder when I feel something
warm and wet coat my stomach. His hand moves slowly, as his body trembles above me, his breath
fanning my neck when pain slivers up my arm, searing into my flesh. He lets out a shaky breath then
Regan sniffs the air. His head lifts abruptly, and he looks at me in panic.
“What is it?” I ask when he sits up, he lets go of my wrist that is pinned above my head to the bed, his
eyes zeroed in on it. Glancing up, I see my flannel shirt sleeve is soaked with blood. I try to figure out
what happened when Regan snatches my wrist.
My eyes widen when he moves to rip the sleeve up. “I’m sorry, I’ll heal it.” He murmurs.
“No!” I jerk my arm away, clutching it to my chest.
“Z, you’re bleeding, and badly! My claws got you.”
“I’m fine; I’ll bandage it!” I tell him and he ignores me, reaching for my wrist.
“No!” I scream at him, jerking away from him. His eyes darken and narrow watching me like a predator
stalking its prey. He clenches his jaw before climbing off me. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
“I’ll get you a towel to clean up and send for something to wrap your wrist.” He says, storming away
from me.
When he returns he tosses a towel at me and I snatch it, wiping his semen off that coats my stomach
and then sit up. Reaching for my pants that have claw holes in them, Regan snatches off the ground
and pushes me back on the bed. He kneels next to me and slips them over my feet.
I grip his shoulder with my good hand and lift my butt letting him pull them up. No sooner than he did,
Amy, the same servant from yesterday rushes in with a first aid kit. Regan moves away from me, and
she moves closer. She immediately stops in her tracks when she spots me, my shirt is torn open and
blood drenching the sleeve. Her eyes nervously dart around the room, stopping on Regan, who moved
aside and is watching her.
“Issue?” He demands, glaring at her. Her mouth opens and closes as she sputters under his furious
gaze.
She drops her gaze to the floor. “No, sir.” She stutters.
“I’m fine, Amy, he didn’t do anything.” She looks at me, and her eyes trail over my state of undress like
she doesn’t believe me, her eyes turning glassy.
Her fingers fumble to open the small first aid kit, and I grab her hands, and she looks at me.
“Amy, I’m fine, he didn’t hurt me, it was an accident.”
“But he–” she stops, her lips quivering.
“I let him,” I tell her and she looks at me with her big blue doe eyes, with shock evident on her face.
With her right in front of me, I can tell she is around my age. “I asked him to,” I whisper, my face
heating at admitting that.