“Why did it happen?” I asked her. It had never happened before.
“That would be my fault. I was stimulating a particular area within you that with some pressure applied, can result in squirting when the pressure is removed. I had my whole hand inside of you, Percy,” she reminded me. “I’ve never stretched you so far or filled you so completely before. It was a new experience for you.”
“You’ve never let me say your name before either,” I said, remembering her request as I calmed further, my embarrassment waning.
“My name sounds best from your lips,” she told me, pressing a kiss to my head. “Say it again,” she commanded, mumbling into my hair.
“Selene,” I complied. She growled against me. “Selene,” I spoke her name again. “I think you have a beautiful name, Selene,” I told her, taking full advantage of the permission she had given me.
She laughed against me. “You like my name, pet?” she asked, moving to kiss my cheek and turning my face to press a kiss to my lips.
“I love it, Selene, as I love you,” I replied, feeling a little giddy at simply saying her name as much as possible.
She crashed her lips to mine, kissing me with such passion my core was tensing and pussy quivering, ready to start again, the empty space begging to be filled once more.
As she kissed me, I moved my hands to her chest, massaging her breasts, enjoying how their size and weight filled my hands. When our lips parted, I carefully pressed an open kiss to her neck. I was greedy for her, but I knew she was in control, and I moved aware of her reactions, her permission granted. She tilted her head back in approval, her hand fisting in my hair and I began to lick and suck at her neck. I wondered if I could leave a mark, if it were even possible, and if she would let me.
“Would you ever let me leave a mark on your neck?” I asked her as I moved to her ear breathing hot air against the shell. She moaned low in response to my touch, and I pulled at both her hardened nipples.
“Your scent in the form of a bracelet isn’t enough; you want to leave a bruise too?” she asked, amused.
“Please,” I begged against her skin before moving to the other side of her neck.
“Hmm, I like it when you beg me,” she told me.
“Please, Selene, can I leave a mark?” I begged again, “Please,” I whispered, nipping at her skin lightly with my teeth. One of my hands ran down her taught stomach, in the small space between us, to her extremely wet and hot pussy, to tease her engorged bud.
Her hips lifted, pushing into my touch. “Like that,” she praised, and I pressed more firmly against her, making small circles.
“Can I, please?” I continued to beg as I sucked at her neck, groped at her breast, and circled her clit. I was overwhelmed with the sensation of her in my hands and mouth and against my skin. I wanted her always. Her deep moans of approval at my actions were the most addictive praise.
“You can try, sweetheart,” she told me breathily.
An instinct within me took over at her spoken permission, something wild and wanting. I was more forceful than I had intended, biting her neck harshly and sucking hard. I squeezed her breast in my hand and pushed my other hand through her folds to her entrance. She lifted her hips and pushed herself onto my fingers. I kept up with her bucking hips, trying to thrust into her with all my strength, my arm aching with my effort. My mouth clamped tight on her neck, sucking and biting.
She moaned loudly, her hand in my hair gripping so tightly I worried she’d rip my hair out, her hand at my back clawing into my flesh. The way she moved against me was intoxicating. I wanted to consume her like that forever. I wanted her to remember me like I felt the space her hand had found and left inside me. I wanted a part of me forever with her. I wanted her never to leave me.
She clamped tight around my fingers when she came, hard, her mouth attached to my shoulder, her fangs digging deep into my flesh, and she drank from me.
I didn’t release her neck from my mouth or remove my fingers from inside her, until she had satisfied herself with my blood.
“Percy,” she called my name softly and licked her bite on my shoulder. I released the flesh of her neck from between my teeth. When I pulled away, I saw my mark, red and dark blue, against her neck.
I turned with a smile so wide it hurt my cheeks.
“It worked,” I told her. She laughed, leaning forward to kiss me.
“It did now?” she questioned.
“Yes,” I told her, my eyes returning to my mark on her.
“Does this mean you own me now?” she asked teasingly, unexpectedly flipping us over so she was pinning me beneath her. Her euphoric smile reminded me of the effect of my blood and that she was falling into a bloodhigh.
“You’re the Princess. I can’t own you, Selene,” I told her, using her name, worried she would soon revoke the privilege.
“No, I suppose not, but you own part of me, Percy. Part of me is entirely yours,” she told me and leaned down to kiss my lips chastely.
“Does that mean I can call you by your name?” I asked her, trying to ignore the way my heart hammered against my chest. I owned a part of her, even if it was only a small part; whatever she gave of herself to me was precious. I would take the greatest of care with her.