Chapter 59 #2
I give her one last, vicious lick, a wicked smile coming to my lips as I think of the little surprise I have waiting for her.
She screams my name and just as the first wave of her orgasm crests, I press my thumb against her tight ass and push inside without warning. I don’t give her time to adjust. I push it inside, hard, stretching her open.
She gasps. “What—Jax—wait—”
“Open up for me,” I say, my voice low and dark.
“Take it.” Her uneven cry of pain cuts through the air, a beautiful, broken sound.
The magic flares in response, but I don’t want to just bind her.
I want to erase the hurt I caused. I lean down, spitting directly onto the stretched, clenching ring of muscle where my thumb disappears inside her.
The saliva isn’t just wet; it’s liquid magic, a warm, tingling balm that instantly soothes the sting of the breach.
It heals as it lubricates, allowing me to push deeper, erasing the pain and replacing it with nothing but a shocking, full-bodied pleasure.
Her gasp turns into a shuddering moan of disbelief.
The double penetration shatters her. She convulses, her body clamping down on my fingers as the orgasm shoots through her.
I lift her off the bar while she’s still shaking. I think about her breasts for a quick second and the leotard moves on its own, sliding off her shoulder, peeling down, revealing her flushed skin.
My own jeans unzip with a soft whisper of metal, the button popping free.
I don’t wait. I can’t. I press against her—just the head, dragging it slowly, torturously over her entrance, making her nails dig bloody crescents into my shoulders.
“Jax… don’t tease me,” she begs, her voice thin.
I slide in deep and she arches, a perfect, taut bow, and curses under her breath.
“You got them—fuck—I can’t believe you actually did it.”
I thrust slow, letting the curved metal of each barbell roll through her.
“Yeah,” I rasp, the word torn from my throat. “Pierced my cock six fucking times for you. Just to feel you come harder.”
She whimpers, her inner walls tightening around me like a silent, desperate thank you.
I grip her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“That should tell you something, Sisk. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing.”
I keep my grip in her face and kiss her as I let the magic move with us now. It’s an extension of my will, lifting her hips just so, adjusting the pressure, the angle, the pace, turning my body into a perfect instrument for her pleasure.
She’s panting, biting her lip, eyes fluttering closed.
I grip her ass with one hand—and with the other, no spell this time, I press my thumb to her clit. Hard. Exactly how she likes it.
“Jax—” she cries out.
I’m too far gone to notice at first, but then something wet traces up my arm—the tar, slipping from my palm in slow black tendrils, crawling over her skin and spreading across her nipples like living ink.
I stop everything, my blood turning to ice.
Sisk’s fingers tighten in my shirt, eyes blown wide with heat instead of fear.
“I didn’t say Scotch,” she breathes.
“Sisk…”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “I want it. All of it.”
I hesitate—horror fighting hunger for half a second before hunger wins, a starving beast finally let off its chain.
She’s shaking beneath me, her pussy clamping down on my cock like she’s trying to drain my soul, every movement dragging the piercings through her in a way that leaves me struggling to think. It’s too much. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s too fucking good.
She’s not scared—not of the monster, not of the tar crawling over her skin.
She wants it, wants all of me, and that realization obliterates the last of my control.
I drive my cock deeper, harder inside her, staying buried, barely moving as we both watch the black lines tighten around her nipples, lust coiling tighter and tighter between us.
I move harder, faster, until the world narrows to instinct. Every goosebump on her skin flashes sharp in my vision. I can hear her pulse, smell her sweat and want, feel every microscopic shift of her body like prey trembling under my hands.
The world dissolves into her body and the sound tearing out of my throat as I take what’s mine.
She screams and I come inside her, magic surging out with it—claiming the only person I’d destroy everything to keep.
For a moment there’s nothing. No bar. No city. No tar. Just her breathing against my throat and my name still shaking out of her mouth. The magic settles as if it’s satisfied too. The black tendrils withdraw slowly from her skin, sliding back toward my palm reluctantly to leave its prize.
Over her heart, a dark circular mark blooms beneath her skin—a perfectly round shadow, an eclipse. Before I can even process it, her hand smacks my chest, light and quick.
“You didn’t—“ Her voice is a breathless tangle of accusation and wonder. Her grip is on my jaw, turning my head. Her eyes lock on the fresh ink of her own name along my neck, and they go wide.
“You’re insane,” she breathes.
I meet her gaze, letting her see the truth of it.
“You have no idea what I’d do for you.”