With his other hand, he rolls my nipple between his fingers, finding a steady rhythm against my clit.
“This is all we need, right here,” he whispers, shifting so that the head of his cock fills my opening without going deeper.
The heat that follows is a slow burn, starting on the edges of his touch and working its way inward until it suddenly ignites in my core and tears through my body.
I’m rocking against him harder now, and he holds me tight against him, thrusting in between my thighs, snapping his hips each time, until he explodes. He bites down hard, marking my shoulder, his forearm across my neck cutting off my air as he groans my name into my ear. I can feel his cum mixing with mine and dripping down my thighs, soaking the bed beneath us.
As our tremors quiet, we stay as we are, his cock softening between my legs, the folds of my pussy wet around him. His muscles relax, and he kisses where he bit me, smoothing my hair back.
“Tommy?” I whisper, taking courage from the darkness and the warmth of his body. “I want you to hurt me.”
His movements slow but don’t stop. “Tell me what you mean.”
“I want you to use your knife on me again.”
His breath shudders through him, and he presses his lips against my shoulder. “Sweet girl…”
I cut him off before he can tell me ‘no.’ “I want you to scar me. I know you know how. Last time, I scarred myself with ash after you left, but this time, I want you to do it for me.”
He nods against my back. “What design do you want?”
I turn in his arms to face him, wrapping my leg around his waist. He groans as my pussy tilts against his cock, wet from our cum.
“I want something of you. Of us.”
“Your orchid is ours.”
I nod. “It is. But you left it on me as a love note to me from you. This time, I want a love note from me to you.”
He drags the back of his hand down my cheek. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” I whisper. “I want you on my body where everyone can see it. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
His hand encircles my throat as he pulls me closer to him. “You are mine, Giovanna. Fuck everybody else. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. We know, and that’s all that matters.”
But his hand squeezes, limiting my air, and his cock hardens as he pushes it up against me.
“I want your mark on me, daddy,” I whisper.
His breathing quickens, and I can feel his heart thumping against his chest. “Do you want me to do it right now?”
I kiss him hard and tap my chest. “I want it right here. Center of my chest, right above my heart. The lightning bolt from your tree tattoo on your back.”
His eyelids are heavy with lust, and he nods slowly. Sliding out of bed, he turns on a light to find his knife, grabbing the wound care materials that Dr. Rossi sent home with him for his bullet wound.
I lay on the bed watching him, and he eyes me. “Touch yourself, Gi. I want to see you play with that pussy.”
Sliding my hand between my legs, I bend my knees and open my thighs, then finger my clit. I tilt my head at him. “Like this?”
An approving rumble rises up from him, and I smile.
“Like that.”
When he has what he needs, he joins me on the bed.
“Spread your legs, Gi. Wide.”
I scrunch my nose at him. “I don’t want it on my thigh again, Tommy. I want it where people can see it.”
