Chapter 37 – Lily #2
My lips part, nipples hardening, and I thank the gods, the universe, whatever damn deity is responsible, for the scene before me.
With his hunting knife in one hand and the skull mask secured to his face, Aster dominates the room, consuming every bit of oxygen between us.
Lust tugs at my core as I drink in the sight of his rippled muscles, and my gaze pauses on the delicious V disappearing into his blue jeans.
He strolls my way, and my heart pounds as he towers over me.
“Do you remember the safe word?” he asks, danger dancing in his eyes.
I nod, my mouth terribly dry. “Y-y-yes.”
“Mmm, good girl,” he growls, reaching out and resting the tip of the knife against my throat. “Now unless I hear it, I’m going to assume you’re okay with whatever comes next.”
My knees quiver as impatience thrums through me. This is entirely unlike any sexual encounter I’ve ever had. In the absolute best way.
With the blade flipped upwards, he drags the dull side down my sternum until it hits fabric. “Drop the towel,” he commands, and a defiant grin splits across my face.
“Or what?”
He tilts his head. “Or you’ll find out what I’m planning to do with this knife sooner rather than later.”
Biting my lower lip, I raise my hands in the air, giving him full access, and his eyes fall hungrily to my chest. With the tip of the blade, he hooks the top of the towel and yanks it off, tossing it to the floor.
He chuckles, the sound muffled behind his mask, and I stifle a whine from how much it turns me on.
Retreating a few steps, he appraises me, gaze desperate with need.
His knife is clutched in one hand, knuckles turning white, and the other flexes at his side.
Despite his dominant Grim persona, he’s maintaining incredible restraint.
“Get on the bed,” he commands, tension radiating from his body.
Languidly, I climb on top of the mattress, the weight of his stare giving me confidence. At the headboard, my eyes snag on the hole my dagger left last time, and I can’t help but smile. Life with Aster is anything but ordinary.
“Hands and knees, baby,” he instructs, and my body mindlessly follows his every command.
The mattress dips behind me, and a moment later, his fingers graze my hip.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” His opposite hand shifts between my thighs, and I suck in a breath when he grazes my clit.
“Mmmm,” he hums. “Needy girl.” He glides his fingers between my slick lower lips, and I whine in anticipation. “You’re already soaked for me.”
Moments later, he’s pushing them inside, and my back bucks when he hits my G-spot.
He places his opposite hand on my stomach, holding me closer to him, and his erection presses against me through his jeans.
Heat explodes at my core, and I pant as he caresses my inner walls.
His lips find my spine, pressing gentle kisses along it towards the nape of my neck.
He places a hand beside my head, holding himself over me, then lowers his mouth to my ear. “Don’t come until I say so.”
“Fuck!” I whimper with pure, all-consuming need as shivers rack through my body.
I fist the sheets, lowering against Aster’s hand for more friction.
Retreating to his position behind me, he slips his hand around my waist, finding my clit while he massages my inner walls with the other.
I’m squirming, writhing, and trembling. The list of expletives leaving my mouth could create their own thesaurus as I climb, desperate for that euphoric place.
In a blink, he pulls out, and I practically burst into tears at the loss of pressure.
“Aster,” I whine as he flips me onto my back, corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles at me from behind his mask. “Please.”
“Not yet.”
I pout, throwing my head against the pillow, and he laughs, sliding himself between my legs, his face inches from my center.
His gaze holds mine as he runs a finger over my clit again, and my eyes flutter shut as a satisfied sigh leaves my lips.
A sharp sting on my inner thigh has my lids popping open.
The tip of his knife is pressed against my skin, a bit of blood trickling.
He cocks a brow, gripping the handle. “Need to use your word?”
I narrow my eyes, shuddering when he runs his thumb gently over my clit once more. “N-no.”
“Then relax, beautiful. I’m feeling inspired.
” Another sharp slice, and I wince. Another rub over my most sensitive spot, and I moan.
My body continues in anguished, horny confusion for the next minute, fluctuating between searing pain, a tumbling of expletives, and an impending orgasm.
The sheer thought of him making his mark on me, branding me, claiming me on such a dark level, has an all-consuming sensation enrapturing my chest, and a throbbing ache desperate for release between my thighs.
“You ready, Karma baby?” he asks, mask still on and displaying a delicious, terrifying, sexy as hell persona.
“God, yes,” I whine, gooseflesh erupting across my skin.
“Heaven can’t help you now.” He growls, and my stomach tightens, heat flooding my aching pussy.
“But I can.” His pace on my clit quickens, bringing me closer and closer.
I’m so damn close. “Now come.” Within seconds I’m writhing, trembling, squirting, experiencing the most out-of-body orgasm of my life.
I’m not sure if it’s the pleasure mixed with pain, or his mask, or his goddamn scent that’s surrounding me like a smoke cloud, but I come so hard I see stars. Or is that heaven?
“Fuck,” he curses, eyes dropping to my leg as he rubs a hand against the front of his jeans. I follow his line of sight, breath catching at four carved letters dripping in blood on my thigh: m-i-n-e.
Mine.
My body trembles, masochistic satisfaction encapsulating every molecule of my being.
I’m his because he claimed it to be—and damn, if I don’t want that desperately.
I never would have expected this, but now that we’re here, together, his hands on me, his claim etched permanently on my skin, it’s the only thing I want.
The only thing that matters. Aster crawls up my body, face inches away, and my fingers find their way to his neck.
He presses a searing kiss to my lips, and when he pulls away, our eyes meet.
I run my thumb over the scar where I marked him first, and say, “Mine.”