Still hot.
Still his symbol.
He kneels over me, straddling my waist, cock resting against my belly, and holds the brand just above my skin. “Say it first. Say what you are.” I’m shaking, tears blur my vision but I say it.
“Yours.”
He smiles.
“Good girl.”
He holds the branding tool so close that I can feel the heat radiating across my skin, I can’t stop the tremors that crawl through my body. His fingers slide up my neck stroking my lips and pressing until I open my mouth sucking in his thumb. “Good girl. My perfect fucking girl.” He looks soft for a second like there is something human inside him that I could fall into and then he slams that branding tool right over my heart and all I can hear are my screams and smell the scent of burnt flesh where he branded me.
He lowers his body on top of mine, teasing my pussy with his cock, sliding up and down my soaked entrance until the tears fall down my face in frustration. “Please.” I beg. “Please…I can’t.”
He teases the thick head of his cock against my pussy the wet sounds causing me to clench around nothing. “Do you feel how wet you are?” I nod. “I want to drown in your fucking pussy. I want to wear your cum on my skin like it belongs to me.” I cry.
He strokes my hair and slides his cock inside of my dripping pussy inch by agonising inch. “Fuck.” I cry out. He’s so fuckingdeep I can feel every inch of him, he doesn’t go slow. He thrusts so fucking hard I can almost feel him in my belly. The screams rip from my body. “Oh god. Oh god.” I scream.
“You want to meet God?” he rasps against my throat, his voice wrecked with lust. “Open your eyes. You’re already under him.” He thrusts harder, slow and punishing, until her gasp breaks into a moan. “You think He could make you feel this way?” His mouth drags up my neck, teeth grazing my pulse. “You think He could make you scream like that?” He laughs, low and sinful, the sound vibrating against my skin. “No,” he breathes, hand wrapping around my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “He didn’t give you heaven.” His thumb presses into my tongue,“I did.”
A pause, dark eyes burning into mine. “And I’ll take it back the second you forget who you’re praying to.”
I’m breathless, I can’t speak. Every throb and thrust of his cock brings me closer to you edge. “Cum for me, Raven. Soak my fucking cock. Let me drown in your pussy.”
The pleasure hits me in waves and the scream that pours out of my mouth echoes, it tears from my throat in waves, my body shudders and I finally soak his cock with my desire.
My body won’t stop twitching. I’m a trembling mess beneath him—branded, soaked, dripping down my thighs, marked inside and out. I have bruises on my lips from screaming. My nipples swelled from his teeth.
I should hate this.
I should hate him.
But I don’t.
I’m still gasping when he sinks down beside me and pulls me into his lap, like I’m breakable now, like I’m something sacred that survived the fire.
His fingers ghost over my breast, tracing the raw brand there.
The moth.
His mark.
“You belong to me now, little moth.”
I don’t fight it.
I lay my head against his chest, heart still pounding like I’m prey—but I know now I’m not.
I’m not prey anymore.
I’m something else.
His.
He strokes my hair, humming that awful little whistle.
And then…
