Chapter 293: This Isn’t Working

Nat froze. His jaw dropped for a fraction of a second, his eyes widening as his pupils dilated in the soft light of the bathroom.

A low growl hummed deep in his chest as he asked,

"You... fucking what?" Nat rasped, his voice rough and laced with sheer disbelief.

Without giving her a second to take it back, Nat gripped her waist, lifting her up and setting her straight onto the marble edge of the vanity counter. He stepped directly between her thighs, his huge frame boxing her in, his broad chest radiating heat right against her exposed skin.

"Say that again," Nat growled, his breath hot and heavy against her lips, his calloused thumbs resting right beneath her breasts to lift them slightly. "Say it real clear, so I know I’m not fucking dreaming."

April blinked up at him, unbothered by his wild intensity, even as a faint pink bloomed across her cheeks. She looked down at his dark hands, then back into his burning eyes with simple honesty.

"It’s just what I felt," April explained softly, her fingers lightly trailing down the dark ink of the dragon on his neck. "When you did that earlier, a weird spark went straight down to my belly. It felt way better than anything else tonight. So... I like it."

Nat let out a rough, breathy laugh, his forehead dropping against hers as his whole body shook with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

"God, you’re gonna ruin me, April," Nat growled against her forehead. His large hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face up as his mouth hovered right near her skin. "You can’t just tell a guy something like that unless you want him to do something about it."

"I do want you to do something about it," April replied instantly, her voice small, honest, and completely direct. "That’s why I told you."

Nat’s breath hitched hard. Whatever little bit of self-control he had left just completely snapped.

"Fuck..." Nat growled, and then his head plunged downward.

He took her sensitive nipple back into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip with a hot, wet pressure that made April’s back instantly arch off the counter. A sharp, breathless gasp tore from her throat as he drew her deep into his mouth, sucking with a firm, steady rhythm that sent a wave of heat shooting straight down between her legs.

"Ah—Nat!" April gasped out, her small hands digging into his wild, red hair as her legs wrapped around his waist to keep herself steady, her mind spinning as the intense feeling completely took over.

The wet, rhythmic sounds of his mouth lapping against her nipple echoed softly against the bathroom tiles, mixing with April’s sharp, needy gasps. Every time his tongue flicked over her, another fierce jolt tore straight through her lower body, making her toes curl tight.

"Ah—Nat... w-wait—" April panted, her fingers clutching his hair even tighter as he pulled her other breast into his mouth, alternating between tight, hot suction and sharp, deliberate pressure.

Her body felt like it was melting, her mind completely hazy as the heat pooled thick between her thighs.

Suddenly, Nat pulled back with a sharp growl, his breath ragged and heavy against her chest. His eyes were dark, almost black, burning with a fierce, frustrated desire as he stared down at her flushed face and damp skin.

"Fuck..." Nat rasped out, running a large hand violently through his messy hair. "This isn’t working."

April blinked up at him, dazed and breathless, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she tried to gather her scattered thoughts.

"What...?" she asked softly, her voice raspy, her dark eyes looking at him in utter confusion. "What isn’t working?"

Nat let out a rough, dark laugh, his eyes scanning her disheveled state—her lips parted and swollen, her chest rising and falling in rapid heaths, her skin flushed red.

"Me! Sucking on you like this is just making me want to tear your clothes off and push inside you," Nat growled, his voice dropping into a thick, gravelly rasp.

He stepped even closer between her legs, the rigid penis beneath his unzipped trousers pressing firmly against her thighs, radiating a sheer, suffocating heat. "And knowing I can’t do shit about it because of your period is driving me out of my fucking mind."

April swallowed hard, the sharp contrast between his intense frustration and her own tingling, unsatisfied body sending a quiet shiver down her spine.

"So... you’re stopping?" she asked, her voice small, a subtle, unreadable pout touching her lips.

Nat paused, looking down at her straightforward, almost expectant expression. His broad chest heaved as he let out a long, defeated exhale, a crooked, dark smirk breaking across his face.

"Stopping?" Nat chuckled rasply, leaning down to trap her cheeks between his large hands, his thumb lightly stroking her warm cheekbone. "Who said anything about stopping, sweetheart? If I can’t put my dick in you tonight, the least I can do is make sure you go back to your room completely ruined."

Before she could process his words, Nat dipped his head back down, his mouth aggressively capturing hers in a deep, hot kiss, while his hand slid beneath her top to give her sensitive nipples the exact, relentless attention she had asked for.

His lips left her nipples and found her lips again, his hand relentless against her breast, his thick fingers rolling, tweaking, and pulling at her sensitive peak with a firm, practiced rhythm that made her entire body shudder against the cold counter.

April whimpered into the kiss, her nails now digging into his bare shoulders as the friction sent sharp, electric pulses racing directly to her core.

Nat groaned heavily into her mouth, breaking the kiss just enough to trail his lips down her jaw, over her throat, and back to the dark, swollen nipple. He didn’t hold back this time. He latched on deep, sucking hard in a way that drew a loud, unrestrained cry from her lips.

"N-Nat—!" April gasped, her back arching wildly off the marble.

His hand moved down, sliding over the smooth cotton of her loungewear to cup her firmly right where the dull ache of her cycle usually rested.

He pressed his palm flat against her lower abdomen, applying a steady, warm pressure while his mouth continued its ruthless attack on her chest.