I reach up and trap his lower lip between my teeth and bite down on it. He grunts into my mouth, and I use the momentary distraction to flip us both over so I’m straddling him. I lean down and kiss him at the same time my hand reaches under the mattress for the knife I’ve been keeping there before sitting back up and sliding the blade across my palm.
Cole’s eyes sharpen on the knife, and I smirk.
He loves this.
I trail it down his chest before I reach the letters that I’ve already carved into him.
I work slowly, digging the sharp edge into his skin and marveling at the sight of the last letter being added, my name carved into his skin. I made sure each time to cut just deep enough that it’ll leave a scar. I want him to be branded. I think I knew, even from the beginning, that this was where we would end up.
How long it will last, I have no idea.
But what I do know is that right now, he’s mine.
And I’m going to enjoy that for as long as I can before fate pulls us apart.
“I think this means you’re mine now,” I murmur as I pull the knife away from his skin and stare down as the blood pebbling. It’s vibrant, beautiful, and completely at contrast to his otherwise bare skin.
It suits him.
I rock against him, his hard length lined up with my center, and I moan as his tip rubs against my clit.
“Fuck, Lana,” he grunts, and his eyes plead with me. He needs more, and I feel inclined to give it to him.
“What do you need, pretty boy?” I ask sweetly, still rocking against him.
“I need to fuck you. Now.”
“You need to fuck me, or you need me to fuck you?” I ask, because those are two very different things.
“Me. You. Now,” he mutters, and I understand what he’s trying to say, even if it does come out as an incoherent mess.
He needs some control.
I nod, and tension releases from his shoulders before he flips us back over so I’m beneath him once more. My legs widen to adjust to the size of him between them, and I stare up at him, waiting to see what he’ll do. There’s a conflictbehind his eyes, as though he’s not really sure of what he wants.
He hinted that he wanted to control, but what if he just wants the illusion of it? Every time we’ve been together, it’s been me taking the reins and him following. What if this time, he just needs to feel a more balance of power between us rather than me submitting to him like he would usually do to me?
I lean up and capture his mouth with mine, kissing him with everything I have. He responds immediately, melting into the kiss and leaning down so our bodies are connected everywhere. I shift beneath him, using one hand to line him up at my entrance, and he groans as the tip of his dick slides against me before he slowly thrusts and enters me, all without taking his mouth from mine.
We move slowly, our mouths moving together in a languid kiss as he rocks into me with the same pace. It’s like nothing we’ve ever done before. Hell, I’ve never done this with anyone. It’s soft, and passionate, and so fucking unlike us.
“You feel amazing, little menace,” he whispers into my mouth, and I whimper into his, bucking against him a little faster. I need more of him.
His hands curl around my back and his mouth separates from mine, making me groan at the loss. He sits back on his haunches, still inside of me, and uses his hold on my back to pull me forward so I’m sitting on top of him. My body molds around his, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, giving me some leverage to ride him. He moans as I grind myself against him, and I bring my mouth back to his, needing to feel that connection again.
His hands slowly slide from my back and down to my ass, where he grips me, pulling me even tighter against him,controlling the speed of my movements and helping me ride him harder. We’re a sweating, moaning, lust-filled mess of emotion and need as we use each other, fuck each other harder and faster. Gone is the slow kiss. Instead, it’s hot and needy, and everything we usually are together, only more.
This time, there’s more feeling between us.
The pull is stronger.
The need is heightened.
More emotion.
More… everything.
I don’t know what we have, but I know it’ssomething.Something I know I’ll struggle to let go of when the time comes.
