Something he worships.
His grip on my hips tightens as he follows the name he carved, licking slow, reverent strokes.Each one pulls a soft, helpless sound from me.
“Fuck, Becki…” he mutters against my skin, voice rumbling.“You have no idea what you do to me.”
He kisses the center of the R, soft but bruising.
“You are mine,” he whispers.“You can lie.You can run.You can fight me until you bleed.But you will never belong to anyone else.”
I turn my head toward him, breath shaking, mind spinning, skin on fire.
He lifts one bloody fingertip to my lips.
“Say you’re not mine now.”
I can’t.
The taste of iron and him fills my senses.The pain is exquisite.The pleasure is unbearable.
“Royal,” I breathe.
Not no.
Not yes.
Just his name, given to him in a voice that sounds broken and owned.
His eyes close like it kills him.
He rests his forehead between my shoulders, one hand splayed across my stomach, holding me close while blood trickles down my spine.
“You are Property of Royal,” he whispers against my skin.“And now the whole world can see it.”
Chapter 31
Royal
The moment my tongue leaves her skin, everything in me collapses.
For one suspended second, I’m still inside the rush of it, her taste, the heat of her pussy pressed against my fingers, the sound she made when I carved my initial into her back.That raw, broken whimper that burrowed straight into the darkest part of me.
Then Becki sways.
Just a little.
Barely a step.
But it snaps me out of the spell like a punch to the throat.
“Becki.”
My voice comes out low and torn, not dangerous anymore, shaken.
She blinks slow, breath shallow, hands gripping the bed like she needs help staying upright.The adrenaline is still running through both of us, too sharp, too thick.The wound is fresh and clean but bleeding more than I like.
Fuck.
I step in front of her fast, hands catching her arms, steadying her before she can sink to her knees.Her skin is hot.Her pulse is wild under my hands.
