Chapter 23 #2
“You didn’t…” she breathes, eyes wide, dark with lust and disbelief as she looks at what I have done. I smirk, watching the way her lips part, the way her sweet scent spikes in the air around me.
“I did,” I replied, watching her reach for me. Her fingers trail along the metal, gliding over the piercings carefully, and it feels so fucking good.
Then she reaches the tattoo—her name inked just above the base of my cock. The very tattoo I got when I clamped eyes on her for the very first time.
It isn’t just another tattoo for me, it’s a fucking vow. That I belong to her in every way, and I always will until I die.
Ravena doesn’t even realise the hold she has over me. Maybe that’s what will make her truly lethal—because if she asked, I’d burn every realm to ashes and leave no one standing, just to give her what she wanted.
“You’re insane.”
I let out a laugh. “Fuck yes, I am, and trust me, these piercings will drive you insane too when they’re buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours.” Her tongue then darts out, and she licks the tip.
This woman.
Before she can take me in her mouth and make me come in seconds like some desperate, inexperienced teenager, I grip her jaw to force her to stop.
I step out of my pants and rip the rest of my clothes off because I’m damn desperate for her. Now I stand bare in front of her for the first time.
Her eyes roam over me, slow and hungry. They trace every single tattoo carved into my skin.
Twin ravens stretch their wings across my chest, beaks open in silent screams, a jagged crescent moon bleeding between them.
It’s identical to the one on her back. Thorned vines coil from my wrists to my shoulders, covering the burns and scars from my past. And around my throat—a broken crown inked like a noose.
The words scrawled within its sharp edges: Death does not take me; I take it first.
Both of my nipples are pierced, and the thought of her sinking her teeth into them while she rides me makes my blood sing.
She bites her bottom lip, and fuck, I want it between my teeth while I make her scream.
I drop to my knees, ignoring the rain lashing down on us, soaking everything, but I don’t care.
Her pink nipples brush against my chest, and my hand cups her soaked heat that’s unfortunately still covered while the other grips the back of her neck.
“I know I said I wanted you choking on my cock, but I need to be inside you.”
Her breath catches as my fingers tighten around her neck.
“Did you bleed when Ronan fucked you?”
She stiffens. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Because, little witch, I want you to bleed for me. I want to see my mark on you as I fuck you.”
In the blink of an eye, I’ve got her flat on her back, pinned to the soaked forest floor, the blood and leaves clinging to her skin. She’s gasping, but I’m past mercy. I tear into her leggings with no finesse—just a raw need—ripping them apart like paper until she’s bare for me.
I can’t hold back the guttural groan tearing through me as I push her thighs apart, her beautiful, wet pussy dripping, practically inviting me home.
“Look at your perfect, pink pussy. Is this all for me?” I ask her with a grin.
Her chest rises and falls in quick, ragged gasps. “Yes, yes, it’s all for you.” She slides a finger down to her clit.
I hiss, snapping my hand around her wrist before she can touch herself, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“You don’t get to touch yourself.”
My hand snakes up her thigh, fingers brushing against the soaked warmth I’ve already claimed. “This pussy is mine. Every inch, every quiver, every scream—you don’t get it. I do. And I’ll use it however I want. Wherever I want. For as long as I want.”
I press myself against her, letting my cock tease her entrance, my eyes locking with hers. A subtle nod—just enough—and I slam inside her, harsh, fast, ruthless, matching the thunder cracking above us.
Her scream tears through the storm, pain tangled with need until I can't tell the difference.
She crumples to the soaked floor, trembling under me, and I drive deeper.
My piercings rake through her tight heat, every catch and drag sparking fire that makes her convulse harder around me—exactly how I like her, ruined and begging with a word.
By the devil, it's perfect.
My eyes slam shut, blinded by ecstasy. Her grip is fierce, nails digging into me as I pull back, then slam in again, hard, every thrust a battle for control that’s already long gone.
I will never get enough of this. Of her. The way she moans, gasps and claws at me like she’s trying to tether herself to reality—and failing spectacularly.
“Look at you taking my cock,” I growled. “This cock, this body… It's yours. Every inch of me.”
I seize her hand and press it to the tattoo of her name. “You’ve been mine since the moment I first saw you, and I’ve been yours.”
I lift her slightly, just enough to slam deeper, harder—hammering into her like I’m trying to carve myself into her bones.
Maybe I am.
I am so done for. Completely, gloriously, fucked.
She opens her mouth to say something, but I ram in harder; the only thing that escapes her lips is a shattered gasp of my name. Like a prayer.
I’m the devil she’s willing to worship.
Her body’s trembling beneath me—goosebumps rippling across her flushed skin, nipples tight and pink, hair is a wild, tangled halo around her. My fingers are digging into her hips hard enough to bruise, but I don’t stop.
I can’t.
If someone showed up right now, I wouldn’t stop. I’d look them dead in the eye and keep fucking her harder—make them watch as I used every one of her holes.
“Outdoor sex is a fantasy of yours, isn’t it?”
I made a list of all the highlighted pages I found, and I can’t wait to experience every single one with her.
Her laugh is ragged. “You would know, as you stole them all.”
She’s not wrong.
I move my hand from her hip to her clit and pinch—hard. Her whole body locks up and then shatters, her walls clenching around my cock so tight I almost black out.
“You look magnificent when you cum,” I growl out, my voice slightly shaking from the way she just clenched around me like she wanted to drag my soul out with her orgasm.
I don’t give her a second to catch her breath.
I pull out and flip her onto her hands and knees. She lets out a surprised gasp, her body still trembling as her head falls forward. Her pussy is swollen, glistening, and dripping down her thighs—and I don’t hesitate.
I bury my face between her legs, tongue diving into the mess I made of her. She cries out, shuddering, fingers clawing at the dirt. She’s still coming down, twitching from the orgasm, and I’m already chasing the next.
“Malrik,” She whines out.
I sink my teeth into the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Blood wells up fast, hot and rich, and I lap it greedily, tongue chasing every drop before it can escape.
Fuck. I forgot how good she tastes.
The copper tang floods my mouth, mingled with the sweetness of her arousal, and it nearly undoes me. My head spins, eyes fluttering shut as I drink her in like I’m starving.
“I’ve missed this,” I whisper against her. “Missed you.”
My magic screams through me, alive, devouring reason as I taste her blood, dragging it across her wet pussy, marking her, claiming her.
I want it everywhere—on my hands, on my face, on my cock.
I want to press my face into it while I sleep, to wake up drenched in her, so the second my eyes open, I can eat her again.
I’m obsessed, and I don’t give a shit.
I loom over her, even on my knees, shadows from the night wrapping around us.
My fingers drag through the blood dripping down her thighs, coating themselves before I wrap them tight around my cock, slick from base to tip.
Then I slam back inside her, hard, claiming her—her cries, her taste, her body—everything belongs to me.
My thumb drifts lower, pressing dangerously close to her tight asshole. She shudders, trembling beneath me, and I press just slightly.
“Tell me, little witch,” I murmured. “Which one of your men gets to ruin this perfect ass first?”
Her head lifts just as I press my thumb in, making her walls clench around me.
She doesn’t miss a beat. “Not you.”
I rip my thumb free and drive into her harder, a low, dark laugh tearing from my chest as her body convulsed under me. I cage her in, arms braced on either side, every inch of her mine, exactly where I wanted.
My lips graze her ear. “Oh, love… You don’t get to choose.”
I thrust again. “Sooner or later, I’ll take what’s mine and you’ll fucking thank me for it.”
She screams as I pound into her, faster, harder—driven by the madness that she brings out in me. I keep hitting that spot deep inside her, over and over, until she’s trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure.
But I don’t let her. I lock her in place, one hand like a vice on her waist, and then I sink my teeth into her shoulder.
More of her blood hits my tongue. I groan against her wet skin, licking the wound like an animal worshipping its kill, and thrust even deeper, chasing that edge with single-minded need.
I’m right there—so fucking close to spilling every drop inside her. Deep enough to get her pregnant.
Shit, do I like that thought? I find it quite fascinating.
Ravena round with my child.
Nope, because that would mean another person to share her with.
I already have to share her with three other fuckers.
She tightens around me—body seizing, her orgasm ripping through her again, and that’s it. That’s the end of me.
My hand slams into the dirt, grounding me as I throw my head back and roar into the storm above. Lightning rips the sky, thunder trembling through the air as the rain continues.
I shudder, spilling inside her, every pulse, every violent thrust feeding the chaos in my chest.
“Take it,” I growl. “Take all of it. Every single drop. I want you full of my cum for days.”
I tilt my head back, breath heaving, eyes locked on the stars scattered above us like broken glass. The storm has finally passed, but the sky burns bright—and for the first time in what feels like forever, there’s silence in my mind.
She did that. She gave me that.
I pull out slowly, the heat of her still clinging to my skin, my cock still hard, twitching with the need to take her again. But that can wait.
We have been out here long enough, and the last thing she needs is to catch a cold.
I’m thoughtful like that.
I lift her effortlessly into my arms, and she lets out a soft, breathless protest, half defiance, half amusement, and I can't help the dark laugh that rumbles from my chest.
“Don’t even try to sass me, little witch,” I kiss her temple. “I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
I carry her towards the cottage, already picturing her pinned against the shower wall, water running over her perfect body as I fuck her again. And again. And again—until neither of us can stand, until our bodies are too wild, too spent to know where I end and she begins.
Then we’ll talk.
Maybe.