𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

27

3𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿:

Salvatore let Kailani’s limp body rest against him, her small frame trembling as she struggled to catch her breath. His strong arms held her tightly, preventing her from slipping away. Her cheek pressed against his chest, and her breathing was ragged, slow, as if the weight of what had just happened was only now sinking in.

She whimpered softly, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to speak, her mind still clouded by confusion. “W-what... was that? What did you just do to me?”

Salvatore didn’t respond. His dark, intense eyes watched her as he leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed the whiteboard. He wiped it clean with one hand, the other continuing to stroke her hair softly, his touch both possessive and oddly comforting.

He scribbled something down quickly before holding it up for her to see:

**"Oral. Face fucking."**

Kailani’s brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to make sense of his words. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out immediately. She licked her lips, still tasting him, still feeling the soreness from how deep he’d been in her throat, she tried to bring her shaky hand up to wipe her mouth but he stopped her, gripping her wrist and putting her hand back down.

"I... I don't understand," she murmured, her voice barely audible as she looked up at him, her big doe eyes wide with innocence. "Why... why did you do that?" Her soft voice slurred.

Salvatore wiped the board and wrote again.

**"You belong to me. You please me."**

Her head lolled to the side as her drowsiness deepened. The weight of his words settled over her, and her mind struggled to grasp what it all meant. She was still so innocent, so naïve to these things. Her lips quivered as she tried to process everything.

His hand shifted to her face, his thumb gently wiping away the tears that had spilled down her cheeks. Without warning, he leaned down, his tongue sliding over her cheek, licking away the salty tears with a deliberate, slow motion. Kailani gasped softly at the feeling, her body too exhausted to react strongly, but the intimacy of it sent a shiver through her. Her hand reached up behind her to place her hand on his cheek which was now exposed since he pulled down his mask, keeping his hand on her jaw to make sure she didn't look up.

He didn’t stop there. His tongue traced along the edge of her lips, where remnants of his cum still lingered, mixing with her tears and sweat. His dark eyes never left hers as he cleaned her skin with his mouth, taking his time, savoring each moment as if it were part of a ritual, his way of marking her.

Kailani’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as his lips ghosted over hers, tasting her, tasting himself on her. Her body felt heavy, her muscles sluggish and weak, but there was a strange warmth blooming in her chest at his attention. It confused her.

He shifted her in his arms, lifting her effortlessly with one arm from the bed. She was a ragdoll in his grip, her limbs hanging loosely, her head lolling against his shoulder. Salvatore carried her toward the bathroom, his dark gaze never leaving her face as she blinked sluggishly, trying to stay awake, to make sense of what was happening.

In the bathroom, he set her down gently on a stool near the bathtub. The room was warm, the lights dim. Steam rose from the bath he had prepared earlier, and without a word, he began to undress her. His hands moved with care, peeling away the remnants of her clothing. Her body trembled under his touch, not in fear but in exhaustion. Kailani was too dazed to protest, her limbs weak as he removed the last of her clothes and gently eased her into the water.

The warmth enveloped her immediately, the heat soothing her sore muscles. She let out a small sigh, her eyes closing as the water lapped around her. Salvatore knelt beside the tub, his large, tattooed hands moving through the water, caressing her skin, cleaning away the sweat and tears and remnants of their earlier encounter.

He didn’t speak, not that she expected him to, but his hands were deliberate, methodical as he bathed her. His rough touch softened as he ran a washcloth over her arms, down her back, and across her chest. The warmth of the water and his touch blurred together, making it difficult for her to stay awake, her drowsiness pulling her deeper into a sluggish haze.

Kailani blinked lazily as his hands moved to her face, cupping her chin as he gently wiped away the last traces of his cum from her mouth and cheeks. His thumb lingered on her swollen lips, pressing lightly before he pulled away and stood.

She heard the sound of running water, then the cool press of a glass against her lips. “Drink,” his silent command said as he tilted the glass to her mouth, and she instinctively swallowed, the cool water soothing her raw throat. He gave her more, not allowing her to refuse, ensuring she drank enough to ease her pain.

After a few moments, he lifted her out of the tub, her small body limp in his strong arms. He wrapped her in a thick towel, drying her carefully, blotting the water from her skin with the same care he had used to bathe her. Then, without a word, he carried her back to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, covering her in soft blankets.

“You… you spoke,” she whispered suddenly, her voice barely above a breath. Her innocent eyes widened, the realization dawning on her in her half-dazed state. He had whispered those words to her before—*good girl*. It hadn’t been her imagination. She had heard him.

Salvatore paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing just slightly as if considering her words. But instead of acknowledging it, he leaned down, kissing her lips softly this time, as if sealing away the question she had asked. The kiss wasn’t rough or demanding like before—it was almost... gentle. It left her breathless in a different way.

As he pulled away, removing his hand from her eyes.

"That....that was my first kiss"

She whispered bashfully, not knowing how many stolen kisses he had stolen from her.

He wiped the board clean once more, scribbling something down quickly:

**"I know."**

"Th-....it hurt. It was...scary"

Her soft voice came as she looked down shyly.

Salvatore's expression remained intense as he processed her words, but there was no hint of regret in his dark eyes. Instead, he grabbed the whiteboard again, the marker gliding across the surface with a deliberate motion as he wrote:

**"Good."**

He paused, his gaze unwavering, and then continued:

**"You need to learn."**

She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a gentle yet firm touch, his fingers brushing against her lips.

**"Safe with me,"** he added, the reassurance contrasting sharply with the intensity of his earlier actions.

His gaze held hers, dark and penetrating, as he wiped away her tears with his thumb. There was a possessive hunger in his eyes, as if he relished the power he had over her fear.

**"Rest."**

The command was clear, simple, and final. He wasn’t going to answer her question about speaking. Not now.

Kailani, too tired to fight or ask any more questions, let her eyes drift closed, her breathing slow and deep. The warmth of his body near hers, the way his fingers lightly traced over her skin, gave her a sense of strange comfort despite everything that had just happened. She didn’t fully understand it, but her exhaustion was too heavy to resist.

As her mind began to fade into sleep, she felt his lips brush against her forehead, a final, possessive claim before everything went dark.