Chapter 30 #2
“Easy.” He pulls back slightly until I can only feel the heat of his cock. The feeling of him being so close but so far away has me begging.
“Please,” I whimper, wiggling my butt at him, hoping I’ll hit something, anything at this point. I’m on the verge of tears as the ache between my legs is almost too much to take.
A low groan rumbles from deep in his chest. “I love when you beg for it.” Smack. His palm comes down on my ass again, making me fall forward on the mattress. “But your punishment isn’t over.” Smack .
His palm comes down on my ass, hitting the same spot over and over again until it’s raw and burning. A burn that has me arching my back so deep my belly hits the mattress as my butt pushes out further toward him. I’m so wet I can feel it trickling down the inside of my thigh.
After what feels like hours, he finally stops. I jolt as his palm lightly rests on the raw skin. He gently caresses my cheek.
“Your ass looks so pretty raw and on display for me, bunny. Let me take away the ache.”
“Yes,” I moan. I’m finally going to get what I want. The sound of Ink spitting echoes throughout the room. A ball of wetness lands on my cheek before it starts sliding down. It doesn’t get far before his tongue is there, licking the palm print he left on me.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” Ink praises as he nips my butt. “Takin’ your punishment so well. I think it’s time for a reward.”
“Please…” I cry. Tears are leaking out of the corner of my eyes. It’s all too much to take.
Ink doesn’t give me any warning before he slams to the hilt. I swear my soul left my body as I feel the pressure of him at my cervix. His arm snakes around my belly, holding me up as he hammers into me, his control out the window.
My inner walls are fluttering around him, each time clenching him in a vice grip that has him growling louder and louder.
“You need to fucking get there, Sutton.”
I hear him, but I all I can do is open my mouth and cry out. I know it’s coming. I can feel it. It’s going to be so big I’m scared to let go.
“Ink,” I barely get out on a whimper.
His fingers are digging into my hips to the point where I know I’m going to have bruises in the morning as he holds me in place. The beast is loose.
“Oliver,” he growls.
What ?
“When you come, I want you to use my name. My legal fuckin’ name.”
Holy crap.
He’s telling me his real name now?
“Oliver,” I scream, my orgasm slamming into me without warning, fluttering around his hard cock and taking him over the edge with me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he explodes inside of me, slamming to the hilt and staying there.
I slump into the mattress, unable to hold myself up with my bones feeling like jello.
My eyes slowly close as I bask in the feeling of everything that’s Ink.
I can feel the evidence of him that my body didn’t suck up leaking out of me, mixing with the evidence of my arousal that’s dripping down the inside of my thigh.
A light whimper escapes me as Ink slips out, leaving me feeling empty from the loss of him. His fingers trail down my spine before he pushes off the bed. I hear the bedroom door open and close, but I’m still coming down from my high and don’t have the strength to even turn my head.
It isn’t long before I hear the door opening and shutting again. The bed dips as Ink kneels on it, placing a wet cloth between my legs as he cleans me up. Once he’s satisfied with that, I hear the wet cloth land with a plop on the floor as he lies down next to me and pulls me into his arms.
Resting my head on his chest, I nuzzle in as I throw an arm across his tattooed chest. We settle into a comfortable silence.
The tension I felt radiating off of him when he got off his bike is gone.
I won’t deny that I’m dying to know what caused that tension, but the other half of me is jumping up and down, screaming because I’m the one who can take that away from him.
“You owe me a new outfit, Oliver,” I tease, squeezing his side.
His rough chuckle vibrates my cheek as he strokes my hair. “I’ll buy you whatever you want, bunny.”
“Thank you for telling me your name. ”
“Thank you for letting me in and letting me take the lead.”
My heart warms. The hold that has been on it for my whole life feels like it’s gone. I feel free and that’s something I never thought I would have. I can’t explain it and I still don’t know what happened, but what I do know is I’m not going to judge the man that’s given me it.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I ask softly, placing a light kiss on his chest.
Ink’s chest rises, taking me with it as he lets out a deep sigh. “You sure you want to know?”
Do I want to know?
I already know whatever he tells me isn’t going to change the way I view him. He’s brought way too much good into my life. He could wake up tomorrow and tell me he murdered someone, and I wouldn’t bat an eye because I know he had a good reason to do what he did. Ink isn’t malicious without cause.
On the other hand, I think knowing he went to see Zach to take care of the issue at hand; I need to know. I need the closure.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I whisper, trying my best to keep the anticipation out of my voice.
I underestimated how much this man knows about me because as soon as the words are out of my mouth, he rolls us until I’m flat on my back and he’s staring down as he studies me, looking for any sign of hesitation.
“Zach’s dead.” Ink gives it to me straight, bracing for the breakdown.
But it doesn’t come.
At least not in the way he’s thinking it will.
Tears are pouring down my face, but I’m not upset he’s dead. Not even in the slightest.
All I can feel is relief. Relief because I’m finally free.
Ink does another roll, this time he’s the one on his back with me on top as he holds me to him.
“Let it all out, bunny. I got you,” he murmurs as he rubs my back .
The sobs rock through my body as Ink holds me, allowing me to have a space to release decades of pain I didn’t realize was slowly suffocating me.
“He didn’t deserve to breathe your air,” Ink tells me when the sobs subside. My cheek is wet from laying in a puddle of my own tears. “And he sure as hell doesn’t deserve your tears.”
My sweet man thinks I’m upset he’s dead and is still laying here and holding me through it, taking care of me no matter what.
He’s the first person in my life since my mom passed to show me love.
I know I look like total crap as I lift my head off his chest to look at him. My eyes already feel puffy and red. I can only imagine what they’ll look like in the morning. Ink’s face is filled with concern, hesitation swirling in those gorgeous blue eyes I love getting lost in.
He’s scared.
“I’m not crying because of him,” I whisper, hoping my eyes tell him how much this means to me.
They must, because his face softens slightly at the sound of my voice.
“I’m crying because the grumpy man who I’ve fallen in love with just set me free.
It’s a gift I’m never going to be able to repay you for, Oliver.
I don’t need to know the details. Knowing he’s gone is enough for me. ”
His eyes are full of understanding as his thumb comes up and wipes away the last few tears trickling out.
“We’re even, bunny. You saved me. I was well on my way to doin’ somethin’ stupid.
I have somethin’ for you. Let me up,” he says as he lightly taps my ass, making me hiss.
It’s still just as raw from when he was dishing out my punishment.
My brow lowers as I look at him, confused as he gets off the bed and goes to his discarded pants, digging around in his pocket.
I don’t have any clothes left on for him to cut off, so why is he doing this now of all times?
He comes back, messing with something in his hand and looking almost… nervous?
No, that can’t be right. The Ink I know has never been nervous in his life. A grumpy butthead? Absolutely. But nervous? No freaking way.
“Are you okay?” I ask because now I’m confused and concerned.
Was it me telling him I love him? It sounded too soon in my head, but it came out as word vomit in the moment. I’m not going to apologize for how I feel.
“I wasn’t able to find your ring,” he blurts out as he lays back down and pulls me over him so I’m lying on top again.
Titling my head, I say, “That’s okay. I’ll get a new one. I just haven’t had time.”
Ink shakes his head. “You won’t be doin’ that.” His hand darts out, snatching mine as he quickly slips something cold on my pointer finger. “I got you one.”
My eyes widen as my mouth parts and my stomach drops.
It’s gorgeous.
Little ravens are engraved on the silver outer band. Spinning it with my thumb, I smile as I feel the outline of a raven.
A part of Ink will always be with me.
“Thank you,” I say in a choked whisper. “This is the best gift next to you that I’ve ever received.”
Ink inclines his head. “Every time you spin this ring to calm yourself, I want you to remember that your every want, every need, and every desire is mine. Remember that if something happens to you, I’ll burn the fucking world down to get to you.
All you have to do is breathe until I’m there, bunny.
” He grabs my hand, bringing it to his lips as he places a kiss on the ring.
I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing.
Instead, I show him how I feel.
My lips touch his softly at first. For once, Ink doesn’t take the lead.
He takes everything I give him, sucking it all out.
The tip of my tongue touches his lips and he lets me in, deepening the kiss.
This isn’t about getting this to the next base.
Nothing about this is hurried or rushed.
It’s slow and intimate as we both fill each other up.
Ink pulls away first, both of us breathing hard.
“In case it wasn’t obvious, I love you, bunny.”
“Madame Salem was right,” I say.
Ink looks at me, confused. “Who is Madame Salem?”
“A fortune teller I met on my way home from work. She read my cards and told me I met my soulmate. I didn’t really believe her, but now I do.”
“Remind me to thank her.” Ink smiles. “Let’s get some sleep. I’m fuckin’ beat and I have church in the mornin’.”
Ink pulls the covers over us as I sink down and settle in against his side. For the first time, I sleep completely at ease, knowing my nightmare is dead.