She nodded, her neck stretching into the perfect position for another bite. I marked her this time, sucking until she bruised.
My mark on my girl.
The only mark that should ever fucking taint her skin.
I could feel her tightening, her body stiffening.
“Woodrow,” she whispered. “I’m gonna. . .” She didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence. Her legs tightened around my waist, keeping me deep. I bucked uncontrollably, knowing I couldn’t hold on much longer.
She erupted, soaking me as she came.
Her fingers shook as she held on to me. Her almond-shaped nails feeling sharper than they were as they dragged down my skin. Faint pink lines followed, and I couldn’t hold on another second.
She looked up at me, her pretty lashes fluttering against my ear, tickling me.
“Kiss me,” I begged, actually begged for her lips on me. “Kiss me.”
And she did. She stretched up to me, her mouth open when it landed on mine. Her tongue instantly invaded my mouth and took over the territory that she now fucking owned.
I felt like I was going to die, my breaths coming shorter and more quickly through my nose as I continued kissing her until I exploded inside her. I continued pounding, enjoying the feeling of my cum dripping out of her, until I was drained of all I had to give.
My vision went black, and I dropped to my knees, taking her with me, still impaled on me as we bothstruggled with catching our breath.
“It’s okay. You’re okay,” she soothed, her fingers on my neck, gently brushing the tenderness dwelling beyond my throat muscles.
“I think I’m gonna die.” I huffed out the words, my lips curling as if I’d laugh if I could. . . but I didn’t see the funny side.
“Would you die happy?” She laughed at her own joke. She nuzzled into my chest, against my racing heart, and her closeness began to calm me.
“I’m not ready yet.”
“In that case, it’s a good thing I can hear such a strong heartbeat.” She smiled, her arms tightening around me.
“Will you be there until the end?”
“We’re forever. Endgame.”
I looked at her, praying that alcohol wasn’t the one speaking to me. And she heard my prayer.
“Even tomorrow when the alcohol wears off.” She stretched up and kissed my lips, but her moves were too quick for me to kiss her back, and in a second, she was cuddled tightly back against my chest.
“Good.” I smiled, then sucked in more heavy gulps of air.
. . .really fucking good, because I wouldn’t live another day without her.
I’d found a new God today. A Goddess, to be more accurate. An all-powerful being that nothing could compare to. Someone for me to worship.
And I would fucking worship her always.
Chapter 20
Jolie—present day
Iwasn’t in Woodrow’s arms when I woke up, no longer in the position we’d slept, but I was still on his side of the bed, wrapped in soft sheets. The Kindle that we’d been reading was on my pillow, flashing its recommendations on the black screen.
He’d pulled me in close to read to me because I was struggling to see the words with the alcohol still in my system. The story was a dark romance, the second I was whizzing through since my time in this much fancier captivity. A story of a boy with mental health issues and a girl who’d been trafficked. It was us. . . characters we both related to, so much so, the book unnerved me. But I couldn’t let him stop reading until sleep pulled me away.
I looked around the room. The glamour from yesterday had faded. The pretty walls and mirrors stained by the lipstick that had been bought for me.
