Chapter 44 #2
One of his hands grips my hip, pinning me to the bed.
His other hand slides up my body, flicking and pinching my nipples, in between licks and kisses across my chest, before sliding to the other one.
They pebble, harden, and become more sensitive as he rubs and sucks at them.
I can’t help but try to squirm under him.
My hips grind my dick into his abs, and he chuckles, sucking my nipple into his mouth and grazing over it with his teeth.
My mind jumps to the thought of having them pierced, and I groan.
His sexy body presses between my legs, and I throw my head back.
I slide one hand to his shoulder and grip the other in his hair, clamping him to my nipple, allowing him to roam over them before I push hard.
He grunts and grins at me as I push him down.
After adjusting himself between my legs, his breath flutters across my skin, his thumb tracing over the tattoo on my hip.
I open my eyes to look down at him. His gaze is trained on my tattoo, his finger following the intricate lines of his name, before he kisses every letter.
I rest on my elbows, staring at him as he traces every swirl with his tongue before his heated gaze reaches mine.
“This is the best tattoo I’ve ever done.
It’s the only one I’ve given selfishly. It’s the only one that’s purely for me.
” I moan as his breath flutters over my damp skin.
His gruff voice, a timbre that lights everything inside me.
Those blue eyes of his meet mine. There’s a flicker of something in them that I can’t decipher, but I slide one hand down to his cheek.
“I’m glad you did it. If I… I don’t…” I sigh, because what else do I say?
That I went in to get another man’s name tattooed on me, a man I thought I loved, a man who manipulated, used and gaslit me, a man who didn’t deserve me, a man who kidnapped me, threatened to rape me, and offered me to his friends.
I shake my head, expelling thoughts of Derren from my mind.
He doesn’t get to ruin this for me. It was always Killian.
It always has been, and it always will be.
“I’m glad you chose it for me.” I smile down at him.
His eyes sparkle as his fingers absently roam across the tattoo.
“You’re mine now.”
“I always have been.” His smile widens, and he reaches over, grabbing my dick. I grunt and flop onto my back, my hips buck into his hand as he lifts my cock. He nuzzles his nose under my balls, inhaling deeply, and my legs instantly sag.
“Fuck, I love the smell of you.” My body is boneless as he licks at my taint.
I groan and spread myself wider as his hand gently slides up and down my throbbing dick.
I feel the trail of saliva slide down my ass cheeks as he licks under my balls.
I groan and thrust into his hand. He grips my thigh, pushing it back and opening me up to him as he pushes his face between my cheeks. He spears my ass with his tongue.
I whimper, every cell tingling with need as I try to get my hips into the right position, my body screaming for his attention.
He presses around with his tongue before his finger hovers over my asshole.
I groan and chase the pressure, and he chuckles, the ripple flooding through my balls.
I groan and try to drop my hips on his finger.
“More,” I gasp.
“I know what you need, Nerd.” The flutter of his breath skates over my skin, like electrical pulses, prickling against my taint.
“I want more.” I gasp as his finger pushes painfully slow inside me. “Killian. Please.”
“Fuck, Nerd. I don’t think I could deny you anything.” He kneels up, his solid dick in his hand, staring down at me, lying bare for him.
“Killian,” I whisper, and he presses the head of his dick against me.
My whole body relaxes as he presses harder.
I mutter out his name, and he closes his eyes as he pushes further.
The burning dissipates as his hips nestle against my balls.
The heat in his gaze changes, turning to something hotter, something more than lust. His hands roam up my body, and my arms wrap around him.
His lips meet mine, his tongue slides inside my mouth as his hips retreat painfully slowly, grinding inside me at a snail’s pace.
The difference in the feelings is immense; what’s left is overwhelming. Everything so much more intense than when we burst through the door, ripping our clothes off. This feels more significant. I stare into those bright blue eyes, and he mouths, “I love you.”
His hips never falter, and I realise we’re making love.
Everything is heightened; my soul binds itself to his.
My heart beats for him and him alone, and I hand my body over to him.
My mind and everything I have is now his.
We rock against each other—hands roaming, lips meeting, tongues tangling as we make love into the early hours, our bodies are bound.
To think this started by being bound by ink.
The tattoo meant to carry another’s name.
Now I’m tethered to him with everything I am. Everything he is.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.