I kiss her pulse, which is swollen from when I sucked it earlier, and add, "You're safe. You're adored. And you're never getting rid of me."
"Please. Don't," she pleads, full of emotion.
I put my hands on her cheeks, rubbing my thumbs over her jawline. "Never."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Blue
Iblink hard, and a tear slips free, hot against my cheek.
"I mean it. I love you," Red says, his voice rough but steady.
I nod, the words tumbling out before I can second-guess them. But it's too much, too soon after the high of the orgasms. And I need more. So I beg, "Please, Red. Fuck me hard and make me hurt again."
His voice drops lower. "Is that what you need?"
"Yes. My body needs bruises. I need to still feel you when you're not in me. Please." The desperation cracks my voice, raw and aching.
Darkness floods his expression. He stills deep inside me, one hand stroking my hair off my cheek, his thumb gentle even as his eyes burn. "Are you ready to take all of me? Everywhere?"
My heart slams against my ribs. "Yes."
"Are you sure?" He digs his hand between my ass and the sheets, squeezing it, and adding, "You want me to rip open this virgin ass of yours?"
I slide my hand to the back of his head, fingers gripping tight,anchoring myself to him. "Yes! Please! I want every part of you marked on me, inside, outside, everywhere."
He groans. "Fuck, Bluebird."
I continue, "Bruise me. Bite me. Fill me until I can't think straight and then keep going until I'm so sore tomorrow, I can't sit without remembering exactly how deep you went, how hard you took me, how completely you owned me." My voice breaks on the last word. I'm trembling beneath him, every nerve alive.
He leans back and studies me.
I pull his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling in short, hot pants. "I need the ache," I whisper, lips brushing his with every syllable. "I need the proof on my skin and in my body that I'm yours and no one else gets to touch me like this, or make me feel this safe and this wrecked at the same time."
He keeps the slow thrust, staying quiet.
A gut-wrenching craving torments me. I beg, "Please. Give me everything. Make it hurt and make me yours in ways I can still feel when you're at work, when I'm alone, when the world tries to tell me I'm too much. Please."
A feral storm brews in his gaze. He clamps his hands down on my hips, hard enough to bruise, pinning me exactly where he wants me. A low growl rumbles from his throat, not quite human. The slow, careful thrusts vanish. What's left is pure hunger.
He surges forward in one brutal push, burying himself so deep I gasp and arch, feeling branded from the inside out. "You want ruined?" he rasps, teeth grazing my throat before he bites down hard, marking my pulse with fresh heat that'll bloom dark by morning.
"Yes!" I choke out.
"Then take every fucking inch of the monster you woke up, Bluebird. I'm going to stretch you, fill you, break you open until your bodyremembers only me. Every step tomorrow will make you wince and smile because you'll still drip with proof that you belong to something dark and devoted and utterly fucking yours." Then his rhythm turns punishing, reverent, each slam a vow carved into my flesh.
"Oh God!" I cry out, the words torn from me.
His fingers dig crescents into my thighs as he leans in, breath scorching my ear. "I'll ruin you so sweetly, you'll beg for the wreckage. When you shatter, I'll cradle every trembling piece while you come back to me. Even my demon knows you're the only light worth crawling back to, Bluebird."
"Show me you love me," I taunt, voice shaking.
"You are loved," he growls, then grips my thighs, spreading them wider, angling deeper. Each thrust hits my cervix, pain and ecstasy blurring together. He bites my shoulder, my collarbone, leaving marks that claim me.
I meet him thrust for thrust, cries spilling out, my body clenching tighter around him. I arch and whimper. "I'm close. Red, I?—"
He reaches between us, pinching my clit hard. "Come. Now."
