He quickly gets off the bed and grabs his knife off the bedside table before laying across my legs to hold me in place.
“What are you doing?” I squirm, trying to get free. But, I don’t fight him the way I should.
“Making it so you can’t forget me.”
Ryven
I ignore her protests as I draw the blade through the final line, completing the X carved into the curve of her hip. Blood beads instantly, dark against her skin. When I’m done, I press a rag over the fresh mark, firm enough to slow the bleeding, not enough to spare her the sting.
“Sweet Ro,” I murmur, leaning close enough that my breath brushes over her lips. “This isn’t about love tonight.”
My hand tightens slightly around her throat—not enough to hurt her, but enough to make her feel me.
To make her understand. “It’s a claim.”
She sucks in a breath, her fingers gripping my shirt instead of pushing me away.
That’s the part that gets me. Because she could stop me. She always could. But she never does.
“You are mine, Rory,” I tell her against her lips, my voice rougher than I expect it to be. “I don’t care if you fight me. I don’t care if you hate me.”
I yank her closer and smear her blood across her lips with my thumb before crushing my mouth to hers again. She moans intothe kiss, hands gripping my shirt as I settle between her legs. When I finally pull back, I take her in through hooded eyes, exactly where she belongs—beneath me.
“Mine,” I growl, nipping at her chest before moving to her exposed breast.
Under this light, she is beautiful. Her skin calls to me. I bite and suck at her breasts, making her arch against me. She writhes beneath my weight and the struggle stirs something inside me. I love it when she fights me off. When I am forced to push her to her limits. The ones right on the edge are my favorite. That is when the true Rory comes out to play.
“Ryven,” she moans as I travel to her naval. I want to feel her spasming on my tongue before I take what is mine.
Slowly, I inch closer to her wet pussy. When I dip my fingers inside her, she’s already soaked.I look at her as she fists my hair in her hand.
A smirk plays on my lips. “Looks like you liked the pain, Ro.”
She groans and shifts her hips toward me, impatient like she always is. “Stop teasing me!”
I shouldn’t want her like this—but I do. Fuck, I do.
I lick my lips and gently tap on her clit, making her legs spasm on either side of me. “Will you be patient? I want to devour you. I want to savor this time with you. I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to play in this pretty cunt of yours again.”
She doesn’t have time to respond before I lower my mouth to her clit and snag it inside. Slowly and methodically, I lap at herwetness, licking, sucking, and biting, until she is a squirming mess in the palm of my hands.
“Please, Ryven,” she breathes.
I release her for a moment before smirking. “Please, what Ro?” I dip lower and flick my tongue over her clit quickly, making her voice catch in her throat, and she arches her back off the bed.
She grabs me by the back of the head and holds me to her center until her body goes rigid. Hard quakes rack her body, and she cums onto my tongue.
“Ryven!” she moans, her legs squeezing tighter.
When her body relaxes beneath me, I pause for half a second. Just a second. Her fingers are still in my hair, her breathing uneven as she comes down.
And for a moment—she looks at me like we could run away. Like we could never choose and be together forever.
So I move again before I can think about it too much. Before I can let myself feel anything I shouldn’t. I crawl up her body and scoop her into my arms against me. “I’m not done with you yet, baby.” I kiss her, hard and fast, before positioning myself between her legs and pushing inside her. My legs shudder at the feel of her sucking me inside. “Fuck, baby. You feel like heaven.”
Rory rakes her nails down my chest as I glide out and slowly push back inside. This might be the last time I get to feel her wrapped around me for months, maybe even a year. I slide in and out, quicker this time, and I have my answer. A grunt leaves my mouth.
I angle myself so I can watch where we connect. It’s glorious. She fits my cock so perfectly inside of her.We were meant to be together.I pick up the pace, creating a brutal rhythm. Rory soars, scooting along the bed, thrust after thrust, until she’s against the headboard. She uses her hand to brace herself, shoving her tight pussy on me.Fuck.This is a feeling I chase.
