Page 95 of Ink

“Yes,” I moan. I’m finally going to get what I want. The sound of Ink spitting echoes throughout the room. A ball of wetness lands on my cheek before it starts sliding down. It doesn’t get far before his tongue is there, licking the palm print he left on me.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” Ink praises as he nips my butt. “Takin’ your punishment so well. I think it’s time for a reward.”

“Please…” I cry. Tears are leaking out of the corner of my eyes. It’s all too much to take.

Ink doesn’t give me any warning before he slams to the hilt. I swear my soul left my body as I feel the pressure of him at my cervix. His arm snakes around my belly, holding me up as he hammers into me, his control out the window.

My inner walls are fluttering around him, each time clenching him in a vice grip that has him growling louder and louder.

“You need to fucking get there, Sutton.”

I hear him, but I all I can do is open my mouth and cry out. I know it’s coming. I can feel it. It’s going to be so big I’m scared to let go.

“Ink,” I barely get out on a whimper.

His fingers are digging into my hips to the point where I know I’m going to have bruises in the morning as he holds me in place. The beast is loose.

“Oliver,” he growls.

What?

“When you come, I want you to use my name. My legal fuckin’ name.”

Holy crap.

He’s telling me his real name now?

“Oliver,” I scream, my orgasm slamming into me without warning, fluttering around his hard cock and taking him over the edge with me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he explodes inside of me, slamming to the hilt and staying there.

I slump into the mattress, unable to hold myself up with my bones feeling like jello. My eyes slowly close as I bask in the feeling of everything that’s Ink. I can feel the evidence of him that my body didn’t suck up leaking out of me, mixing with the evidence of my arousal that’s dripping down the inside of my thigh.

A light whimper escapes me as Ink slips out, leaving me feeling empty from the loss of him. His fingers trail down my spine before he pushes off the bed. I hear the bedroom door open and close, but I’m still coming down from my high and don’t have the strength to even turn my head.

It isn’t long before I hear the door opening and shutting again. The bed dips as Ink kneels on it, placing a wet cloth between my legs as he cleans me up. Once he’s satisfied with that, I hear the wet cloth land with a plop on the floor as he lies down next to me and pulls me into his arms.

Resting my head on his chest, I nuzzle in as I throw an arm across his tattooed chest. We settle into a comfortable silence. The tension I felt radiating off of him when he got off his bike is gone. I won’t deny that I’m dying to know what caused that tension, but the other half of me is jumping up and down, screaming because I’m the one who can take that away from him.

“You owe me a new outfit, Oliver,” I tease, squeezing his side.

His rough chuckle vibrates my cheek as he strokes my hair. “I’ll buy you whatever you want, bunny.”

“Thank you for telling me your name.”

“Thank you for letting me in and letting me take the lead.”

My heart warms. The hold that has been on it for my whole life feels like it’s gone. I feel free and that’s something I never thought I would have. I can’t explain it and I still don’t know what happened, but what I do know is I’m not going to judge the man that’s given me it.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I ask softly, placing a light kiss on his chest.

Ink’s chest rises, taking me with it as he lets out a deep sigh. “You sure you want to know?”

Do I want to know?

I already know whatever he tells me isn’t going to change the way I view him. He’s brought way too much good into my life. He could wake up tomorrow and tell me he murdered someone, and I wouldn’t bat an eye because I know he had a good reason to do what he did. Ink isn’t malicious without cause.

On the other hand, I think knowing he went to see Zach to take care of the issue at hand; I need to know. I need the closure.