Blood Flower

After their little adventure together in the bedroom that had taken lesser than a hour, Dominic had went down the bed. As Rose wondered where he was going, she found him entering the bathroom only to come back not long after, bringing with him a big wooden bathtub and a lukewarm wet towel.

He walked back to her side, gently placing the warm towel over her stomach where his trace was still lingering at.

Rose was about to tell him that she wasn’t tired and how she would be able to clean after herself, knowing that he had done more than her. Upon seeing his lovely smile from above as he enjoyed taking care of her, she decided to stop, letting herself to bask in his love language.

When he folded the towel to wipe her inner thigh, he noticed how he kept staring at him. “How was it?”

“Good..” Rose whispered. “It’s my first time.”

“I know,” he chuckled at her innocent words.

“But not yours?” Rose whispered, finding his eyes that settled on her for a while.

“It is not a fun story but I never