gentle beast

54

“No, no good,” Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu grasped the blanket tightly in her fingers and lied.

Her menstrual cycle wasn’t long, only three to four days, and it had ended the night before.

Still she answered so, hoping that Ryan would let her go..

Unfortunately, he didn’t.

Ryan’s long claw rested on the edge of her trousers, pressing a little harder to pull it down, “It is? Let me see.”.

An animal’s sense of smell had always been sensitive, and Ryan was certain that Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu’s body didn’t smell of blood. Yesterday, the savory scent had gradually dissipated. By this morning, it was completely gone.

Before, because he was worried about her, since she bleed at a single touch, he didn’t dare move her. Now that her “wound” was fine, a simple kiss could no longer satisfy him. He wanted to touch her much deeper, to invade her, and to mate her.

His fingertips were warm and there was now no menstruation to obstruct his direct touch on her delicate skin..

Ryan squinted and his tongue was full of heavy desire, “Lied to me, eh?”

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu huddled where Ryan pressed down on her there, so unlike his last touch.
It was strong and powerful, as if to pry open the gate and dive straight for the prey.

“No. . . I remembered wrong. . .” Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu shook her head and held tight to her last hope, “Ryan, let me go, okay? I’m not ready yet, I don’t want to. . .”

Ryan lowered his voice, “I think.”

Ryan said: “I’ll think seriously.”

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu was stiff with Ryan attached to her, his hand sliding down her waist. After a while, he then felt something touch her little by little and she surrendered.

She bit her lips. Her petite body could not bear the weight, and she was pressed under him and against the mattress.

He was like a gun-slinging hunter, aiming for his prey’s fatal weakness. Without considering the opinion of his prey, he invaded.

Without regard for life or death.

Ryan’s large hands covered her fists and his lips were pressed to her neck. She wheezed heavily and he looked up to see the girl’s face was pale and her shoulders were trembling, body stiff.

He was about to disregard her will and continue regardless of her wishes, but he caught sight of the quilt beside her soaked in tears, and heard her hopeless sob.

Ryan stopped and the air around him because exceptionally quiet. Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu’s crying was infinitely magnified.

A sound, faint and quiet, almost unable to reach his ear, but one revealing a sudden resignation.

This kind of confession was more depressing than her struggles.

For a long time, Ryan’s arm propped him up on the bed. Then he got up and turned Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu around to sit in his lap.

This little one must have been scared. She cried rippling tears and her lashes were stained with them. Probably from being suppressed, her mouth was pursed and her small face flushed from lack of air.