I ignore that and carry her off the bed.
“Anton,” she protests halfheartedly. “I can walk.”
Again, I ignore her. I take her into the bathroom and sit her down on the closed toilet seat. Then I start unbuttoning the front of her dress.
She’s wearing a nude colored lace bra that barely covers her nipples. Her breasts have gotten slightly bigger. It’s the only real evidence that she’s pregnant.
She stands shakily, and I push the dress down her hips. Her panties are nude and lacy to match, though the front is stained with blood.
When I reach for them, she backs away from my hands.
“Anton, you really don’t need to do this.”
“I want to.”
“You can send in one of the nurses,” she suggests. “Or I can do it myself.”
“Jessa, will you stop being childish? I’ve seen blood before.”
“This is different.”
“No, it’s not.”
I bend down and peel the panties off her. I don’t even flinch at the sight of the blood staining her smooth skin. When she’s naked, I fill the tub with water while she cleans herself with a wet cloth.
“Are you feeling any pain?”
“No,” she says softly.
“Discomfort?”
“No.”
She turns to me, everything on full display, nothing between us. She looks like a dream. Venus reincarnated, coming out of the ocean pure and perfect.
My cock wants her, despite her delicate situation. But it’s easier this time to suppress my baser urges. She needs my tenderness right now, not my strength.
Jessa walks towards me, blushing under my gaze. I hold out a hand to help her into the tub, and she sinks into it, her eyes rolling back with pleasure.
“This feels amazing.” She cracks open one eye and looks over. “Want to join me?”
I’m not expecting that. But it’s an invitation I can’t refuse. I strip down, not bothering with modesty because there’s no way I can hide this raging erection. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my whole damn life.
Her eyes go straight to it, though I can’t exactly fault her for looking after the way I eye-fucked her only moments ago.
Then I submerge my body below the sudsy surface and the crackling tension dissipates, at least for now.
“What are you going to do when you find her?” Jessa asks reluctantly as the quiet plink of water droplets falling from her hair echoes around the room.
“Do you really care?”
She weighs that. “I do… kinda.”
“Then you shouldn’t. She’s not worth it.”
“You can put her in jail," she suggests.
“But I won’t.”