I set the gun down. Take a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Wipe the last of the ink and blood with a fresh gauze, run the green soap over the work one more time, pat it dry. Then I wrap her wrist in clean gauze and tape it.
She watches me do it and doesn't speak.
When the wrap's tight, I bring her wrist to my mouth and kiss the edge of the gauze. I feel her pulse under my lips through the cotton, and I keep my mouth there a second longer than I have to.
"Show me," she says.
I unwrap a corner.
She looks down at her wrist.
Spur in small black letters on the inside of her left wrist, where her pulse runs.
She closes her eyes for a second, opens them and looks at me. "Take me to bed."
I carry her to the bed.
Lay her down gently on the soft sheets, her body sinking into the mattress as I hover over her, my eyes locked on hers.
Dakota's breath hitches, her chest rising and falling rapidly under my gaze.
I lean in, capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss, my tongue thrusting into her mouth, tasting her sweetness while my hands roam her curves possessively.
"You're mine, Dakota," I growl against her lips, my fingers hooking into the hem of her shirt and yanking it up over her head, exposing her full breasts.
Her nipples harden instantly in the cool air, begging for my touch.
I cup one breast, squeezing firmly, thumb rolling over the stiff peak as she arches into me with a soft moan.
She nods, eyes dark with need. "All yours, Spur. Take me."
I strip off her pants next, dragging them down her legs along with her panties, revealing her slick pussy already glistening for me.
My cock throbs in my jeans, straining to bury itself inside her.
But I take my time, spreading her thighs wide, kneeling between them. I lean down, inhaling her musky arousal before dragging my tongue flat along her folds, lapping up her juices.
She gasps, hips bucking as I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it relentlessly while two fingers plunge into her tight heat, curling to hit that spot that makes her tremble.
"Fuck, Spur... yes, right there," she whimpers, her hands fisting the sheets.
I devour her pussy like a starving man, tongue thrusting in and out, lips sucking hard on her swollen clit until her thighs clamp around my head and she shatters, crying out as her orgasm breaks through.
I don’t stop until she's panting and oversensitive.
Rising up, I shed my clothes quickly, my thick cock springing free, precum beading at the tip.
Her eyes widen with hunger, reaching for me. "I need you inside me. Now."
"Not yet, baby," I murmur, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand.
My other hand strokes my cock, rubbing the head against her dripping entrance, teasing her.
She whines, trying to lift her hips to take me in.
I press forward slowly, inch by inch, stretching her walls around my girth.
