I swallowed, I was fairly sure I got what she meant. Ink got his name for a reason. He was one of the best tattoo artists in the state, his shop was booked up for over a year in advance. I didn’t speak, unsure I even had the words to articulate what I was feeling right now. I never thought I would be affected like this, not from one small tattoo.
“He said to keep it covered for a few hours, but I guess, I can show you,” she bit her lip anxiously as I flicked on the lamp beside the bed. Pulling her hair back, she carefully peeled away the tape from the ink behind her ear. It was so simple, but it had the impact of a freight train.
“Do you hate it?”
I couldn’t stop the fierce look that crossed my face and Wave frowned, uncertain about why I clearly looked mad. It wasn’t about what she had done, it was about what it represented, and I absolutely wasnotfucking mad, nor did I hate it.
Without any finesse or restraint, I pushed my arms underneath her body and lifted her out of the bed. Waverley let out a small yelp of surprise and her hands gripped my shoulders. I grabbed her by the ass so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around me and moved to the window so the light from outside made it easier to see.
“Do you seriously think I hate it?” I arched a brow.
She shrugged one shoulder, our faces so close our noses were almost touching.
“You marked yourself,” I growled out. Her lip tilted, I wasn’t mad, I was fucking ecstatic. I was beyond words knowing she would always be mine, and every fucker on the planet would know it now. It wasn’t big by any sense, but it was my name, plain and clear for all to see, it curved behind her ear, following the shape. It wouldn’t be obvious with her hair down, but she wore it up often enough. No one could miss it then.
“You like it?” she whispered.
“I fucking love it.”
I kissed her, cupping the back of her head while supporting her weight on my other arm. Waverley arched upwards, pulling me closeinto her, deepening the kiss. I was suddenly ravenous for her, the tattoo of my name heightened everything, like nothing I’d ever known.
I walked to the bed and lowered her down, so she lay on her back with her legs over the edge. I grabbed the back of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, throwing it aside, Wave’s eyes narrowed as she watched me shed my jeans and underwear without any hesitation.
Her eyes roamed over my body, drinking me in, lingering on my own tattoo of her name over my heart, then lower, down to where I gripped my aching dick. She watched as I ran my hand up and down the length and licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted this as much as I did.
“Up,” I indicated her arms, which she raised dutifully, and I pulled my top off her, tossing it to the side. I grabbed her thighs and pulled down the panties she was wearing, spreading her legs and feasting my eyes on her centre.
She was ready for me but I wasn’t a complete prick. As much as I wanted to just throw her down and fuck the life out of her, she wasn’t some random woman I was using to get myself off. No, I fucking loved this woman. And she’d declared the same thing to me without opening her mouth.
“If you don’t touch me I’m going to do it myself.”
I growled at her again. Grabbing her wrists and holding them up over her head as I hovered over her. There was no way she was getting to touch what I was desperately wanting to. I took her bottom lip into my mouth and bit it. It wasn’t hard and although she flinched, she let out a soft gasping moan too. I ran my hand down her body, her stomach concaving as my hand trailed down, parting her with my fingers.
“This is mine.”
Her eyes narrowed in challenge, and she fought to release one of her hands. I let her, but only one. She grabbed my dick and squeezed, not enough to hurt, but enough to let me know she owned my cock, and I was totally okay with that. After that, all bets were off, I thrust my fingers in her as her hand worked me up and down.
We were staring into each other’s eyes like there was nothing and no one else that mattered. And they didn’t. I pulled back and Waverley looked up at me, her eyes were wild with lust, she looked fucking angry that I’d moved away, and I laughed darkly.
“Hudson Kelley,” she snapped.
I grabbed her waist and spun her over, moving her so she was kneeling on the bed. I pushed her upper body down, and she landed on her elbows, looking back over her shoulder at me. I fisted myself again as I stepped up to the edge of the bed and ran the head of my dick over her opening.
“You want this, Wave?”
“Stop being an asshole,” she snapped.
“You’ve aligned yourself with an asshole,” I told her, reaching up and tracing my finger gently over the ink. It was fresh, still slightly red. I should tell her to cover it back up, but I needed to see my name branded on her when I fucked her.
I couldn’t hold back and pushed into her and she cried out, trying to brace herself, but I pulled her up, so she was kneeling completely upright. I put my lips against the back of her ear, gently nipping at the lobe before pulling back and focusing on the rest of her.
The body of the woman who had me not just by the balls but by my heart too. I reached around to play with her clit with one hand, the other I put up to her mouth, pushing two fingers between her lips as I began pounding into her. She gripped both of my forearms to help keep her balance as she sucked on my fingers, gasping and moaning.
It felt amazing having her wrapped around me, pressed tight against my skin as I moved inside her. My eyes pinned to my name. I’d never realised what it would feel like to see my name on her skin, until now. It meant more than I’d ever thought it could.
Our bodies were damp with sweat where we were clamped so tightly together. Waverley was losing her balance, so I leaned forward and let her keep herself propped up on her elbows again. I straightened back up, holding onto her hips, never letting up on the relentless pace. I had no problems reading her body language or the sounds she was making. I might have been going hard but she could take it.
When she moaned my name, I pulled out and turned her over, shuffling her up so she was fully on the bed, then dropped over her, pushing back inside. She gripped my hair, her nails raking my scalp. I slowed my thrusts, but they were still hard and deep enough that her tits bounced beneath me with every thrust, drawing my eyes from her face.
