His words snapped something inside me. I didn’t know how much I wanted to do exactly that until he begged for it, but suddenly his fantasy became mine. I felt the flame roar within my blood as though it were singing and being called to the surface by the complete submission of our Zauvek.
Pulling a blade from my vanity, I tucked it under his belt and cut through the leather and fabric of his pants until they fell to the ground. I trailed the blade over his bare thighs, over his arse as goosebumps sprinkled his skin, then I cut his shirt from his body.
Images of the young spy I had mutilated with my blade flashed through our link.
‘Do you want me to brand you, little dove?’ I purred into his ear.
He tried to nod, but I held his hair too tightly for him to move. He went to speak but I slid my fingers into his mouth until they bottomed out.
‘I can’t hear you, little dove,’ I said as I shoved them deeper until he gagged on them.
I’m jealous.Images of my name carved into the spy filtered through his mind again. I couldn’t suppress the laugh that escaped me. Oh, Demir was made for me. One minute, he was picking up my broken pieces; the next, he was giving me the total control I craved. I knew it was my complete acceptance of the bond that gave him the confidence to let go, and I relished the power he gave me.
Drawing my fingers from his mouth, I picked my blade upone more time. As I trailed it down the length of his spine, Demir shuddered for me. I looked at him, giving him one last chance to change his mind, but he was certain.
Claim me.
With that, any self-restraint I had remaining snapped, and the blade sliced through his skin with the first letter of my name. With each shallow cut, he quivered beneath me. Once I was finished, I released his hair and stepped back, admiring my work. Across his shoulder was my mark.
Skylar’s
Demir’s length was straining, dripping down onto my stone floors.
‘Want more?’ I asked as I spun him around and pushed his bleeding back against the vanity.
‘Yes,’ he breathed.
Raising the blade I had used to mark his back, I showed him the blood pooling its edge as I stuck out my tongue dragging it across the steel, swallowing every last drop of him. Tears slid from his eyes as he marvelled at me like I was a God from another plane, here just for him. Pressing the blade to his cheek, I scraped a tear up and licked it clean.
‘Why are you crying, little dove?’
‘You’re everything. Everything I was too afraid to want. Even if it’s fleeting, I am happy beyond belief that I get this honour of being consumed by you.’
Pressing my blade into his neck, his eyes darkened as his length weeped for me.
‘Grab it and stroke. Pretend you’re stroking into me and tell me what it is you like so much about me.’
‘Nothing—there’s nothing I like, Princess. I love you.’Stroke.
‘Your contractionary nature, your resilience and your fractured pieces.’Stroke.
‘Your selflessness, your deep compassion and how you care.’Stroke.
‘Your coldness, brutality and mercilessness.’Stroke.
‘Your mind, your body and your soul.’Stroke.
Stopping him, I gripped his wrist, pulling him back down onto the bed. Letting his blood seep into my sheets. I flipped the grip in my blade and handed it to Demir, confusion lighting his features. Slowly, I peeled my clothes from my body and climbed on top of him. His eyes widening as I slid down his throbbing length, my heat swallowing him whole. I raised the blade in his hand to the artery in my throat.
‘What am I to you?’ he asked through a groan as I bottomed out on top of him.
‘Trust,’ I breathed the word as I threw my head back, allowing the truth of it to settle deep inside my soul. There is not one person in my life—blood or otherwise—that I have ever truly wholly trusted, but Demir, of all people, had inexplicably become the one person I now trusted when I couldn’t even trust myself.How?I wasn’t even sure. Maybe it was because he was the only person who entered my life without wanting anything. I couldn’t give him a position, status, or power. He had all of that already and threw it away to follow me, simply because he wanted me. Not the person I could be, but the raw version of myself that so many others had tried to change.
Reading my thoughts through the bond, Demir’s hands gripped me tighter me as he rammed into me with such force that I screamed in pleasure.
‘Demir!’ Slamming into me again and again, hitting this one heavenly spot inside me that felt like it was the beginning and the end. Pleasure exploded from my core.
‘Fuck, Skylar! Gods, help me,’ he said as his body tensed, meeting mine ready to climax.
