"Jack, don’t... My grandmother is here," Marina whispered, her voice breathy and desperate. Her hands pressed against my chest, her eyes pleading. I paused, knowing that if I continued, Marina wouldn’t be able to hold back her moans and screams, drawing her grandmother’s attention. I didn’t want to disrespect the woman who had treated me like family, her warmth and kindness genuine and heartfelt.
I looked at Marina’s flushed face, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips parted and inviting. I couldn’t help but tease her, my voice low and husky. "Do you really want me to stop, Marina? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to stop now?" I pressed my hard cock against her ass, emphasizing my point, my body aching with need. Experience more on freewebnovel
Marina moaned as my cock throbbed beneath her, a soft "ah" escaping her lips. She blushed deeply, looking incredibly cute and flustered. Her breath hitched as she squirmed on my lap, her body responding to mine.
I could feel her heat, her desire pressing against me. I lifted her off my lap and set her down on the sofa, putting some much-needed space between us. "Okay, I’ll stop for now," I said, my voice still thick with desire, my body taut with unspent tension. "But remember, next time I won’t stop, even if you beg me to."
Marina nodded slightly, her cheeks still flushed, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She looked away, her eyes cast downwards as she tried to compose herself. I stood up, adjusting myself as I thought about how to help her grandmother. I knew I had to do something, anything, to help the woman who had shown me such kindness.
I picked up a glass from the dining table and drew my katana, the blade whispering as it left its sheath. Pressing the tip lightly against my wrist, I held the glass beneath it, allowing my blood to drip into it. The scent of it filled the air, metallic and rich.
Marina noticed what I was doing and screamed, "Jack, what are you doing?!" Tears welled up in her eyes, her concern for me momentarily overriding her lust. She had forgotten about my healing powers, her mind clouded by her desire and her fear for her grandmother.
Once the glass was about half full, I sheathed my katana, and the wound on my wrist healed instantly, the flesh knitting itself back together as if nothing had happened. Marina quickly took my wrist, examining it, her eyes wide with surprise and relief when she saw that there wasn’t even a scar left, just a small bloodstain.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking at the glass of blood and then back at me, her expression confused and worried. "Jack, you can’t just... You can’t just cut yourself like that. What if something happened to you?"
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I looked at her, my voice serious and steady. "Give this to your grandmother. It can heal her, I’m sure." I held the glass out to her, my eyes never leaving hers.
Marina looked at me like I was crazy, her eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt or deceit. I flicked her forehead lightly, a small smile playing on my lips. "Fool, everything I told you about my abilities is true. If my other bodily fluids can heal, then my blood must be even more powerful. Trust me, Marina."
I handed her the glass, my fingers brushing against hers, sending a spark of electricity through us. "Just give it to her. There’s no harm if it doesn’t work. And don’t worry, I don’t have any diseases. You know I can heal any injury, so how could any disease stay in my body?" I instructed her to fill the rest of the glass with water and tell her grandmother it was pomegranate juice.
Marina nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, trust, and hope. She filled the glass with water and walked into her grandmother’s room, her steps slow and measured. I could hear her soft voice, coaxing her grandmother to drink the mixture, her tone gentle and reassuring.
When Marina walked out, she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "How do we know if it worked?" Her eyes were wide, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her knuckles white.
I took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, my thumb tracing circles on her skin. "We’ll know soon enough. Just give it a little time." I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her as we waited together, our breaths synchronized, our hearts beating as one.
The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Suddenly, her grandmother walked out, looking remarkably well and refreshed. Her steps were steady, her eyes bright and alert.
She said happily to Marina, "Marina, I feel really good. I don’t know what happened, but I feel as refreshed as when I was young. I feel like I could dance the night away!" She laughed, her voice filled with joy and vitality.
Marina looked at her grandmother, her eyes wide with joy and disbelief. She hugged her tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Grandmother, you’re fine.... You’re really fine," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion.
Her grandmother, still confused but delighted, hugged Marina back, her arms strong and steady. "Of course, I’m fine, dear. I feel wonderful!" She laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners, her joy infectious.
Marina took her grandmother inside and asked her to rest in bed, even if she was feeling fine. She fussed over her, tucking her in, her voice soft and soothing.
When she walked back out, she looked at me, her eyes shining with gratitude and love. She hugged me tightly and said, kissing me softly, "Thank you, Jack. Thank you for healing my grandmother....I love you."
I kissed her back, savoring the moment, my heart swelling with love and pride. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, disturbing us. The sound was insistent, urgent, demanding our attention. Marina said in a nervous tone, "It must be Tony. He always comes to meet me, especially when he hasn’t heard from me in a while." Her voice was filled with dread, her body tensing in my arms.