“Whose?”
“Yours,” she cries, the word breaking.
“What.”Thrust.“Is.”Thrust.“My.”Thrust.“Name.”
“Tomcat.”
“Again.”
“Axton.”
“Again. Who the fuck do you belong to?”
“You. Axton Rhodes. Tomcat!” she screams, her entire body beginning to vibrate with the force of her come.
“That’s right, baby,” I croon, the anger melting into a dark, possessive heat as I lean down to press a soft, lingering kiss to the mark I just left on her neck.
“Mine.”
I pull out of her, the sound of it slick and wet in the quiet room. I swing her around, tossing her onto the velvet cushions of the couch before climbing over her, pinning her down as I slide back home.
“And who do I belong to?”
Tears are pouring from her eyes now from the sheer, overwhelming weight of the truth. My strokes are gentle this time. Slow. Agonizingly deliberate.
“Who do I belong to, little shadow?” I lean down, following the salt-trail of her tears with my mouth, tasting her surrender. “It’s okay, baby. It’s time to leave the shadows and love me in the light.” I kiss her softly, our tongues twining together in an intricate, desperate dance of worship. “Tell me, beautiful. Who do I belong to?”
“Me,” she sobs, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “You belong to me. You’re mine. All mine.”
“Good girl,” I purr.
Her pussy convulses around me at the praise, a tight, rhythmic thank-you that sends a surge of heat straight to my skull.
I pull out nearly all the way before slamming back in, the impact rattling both of us.
For hours, I fuck my woman. I claim every inch of her in ways I’ve been denied for the last four years. I eventually lean back against the cushions, my hand wrapped firm around her throat as she takes the lead, riding me with a frantic, beautiful energy. Her breasts bounce, decorated with the dark love bites I’ve left behind, a roadmap of my hunger that tempts me to lean in and take them again.
“Just like that, Goldie. Ride my cock. Fuck, yes. Such a good girl.”
She tosses her head back, her hand drifting up to cover mine around her throat, twining our fingers together as she anchors herself. “Mine,” she murmurs, her eyes snapping open to lock onto mine with a terrifying clarity.
“Yours. Always, baby. Just as you’re mine.”
A happy, jagged smile breaks across her face as she grabs her knife from… fucking somewhere. Who the hell knows where she keeps her steel, but it’s there. She doesn't stop moving, her hipsstill driving against me as she flicks the blade open and brings the cold tip to the center of my chest.
“Do it. Mark me, baby,” I growl, fucking up into her to meet the steel. “I trust you.”
She moves the tip of the blade across my skin until she reaches the space directly over my heart. I let out a low, guttural groan, my cock twitching inside her as she pierces the first thin layer. Marigold’s eyes fill with a liquid, dark heat as her hand moves in jagged directions. The burn is incredible. It’s a streak of white-hot fire that sends delicious thrills straight to my groin. As much as I want to pound into her, I hold myself steady because I want her to finish. I want whatever she's writing.
"So pretty," she croons, and leans down and drags her tongue across the cuts. "Mine."
I glance down at my chest. My throat tightens. Her name is written in crude, jagged letters across my heart.
With a roar, I yank her to me and slam my mouth against hers, ravaging her as I send us both crashing to the floor. I toss the knife far out of reach and catch her legs, throwing them over my arms and pushing them back until she’s bent nearly in half. Then I ram into her with a vicious, final intensity.
It’s violent. It’s brutal. It’s fucking messy.
But goddamn, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.