I left my room, my dick growing harder, leading the way, bouncing with each step.
Once back in her room, I went back to where I was sitting and sat down, placing the bag on the bed next to me.
“Kairus, what are you about to do?” Her voice trembled.
Flicking my eyes up to meet hers, I stared at her blankly. “I’m about to brand you.” I turned toward the bag and removed the tattoo machine.
Her eyes ballooned. “What? No!” She shook her head quickly.
I smirked. “If only what you wanted mattered.”
She inhaled a sharp breath. “Oh god,” she cried. “Do you even know how to use that?”
I grinned and brushed my hand across her skin. “Don’t worry, Beauty, I would never destroy something so beautiful.”
Standing, I emptied the bag so I could get set up. “As long as you don’t fight me, everything will go smoothly.”
My hips swung wildly and sweat beaded on my forehead as I fucked Azeira. My eyes locked on my name that was now across her right hip bone. I tattooed it in black ink but it was currently red and swollen.
Kairus.
Seeing my name branded on her made my heart thunder. Possession like I never felt before swirled inside me. I thought Azeira would fight me but she took the tattoo like a champ. Pleasure rushed through my bloodstream and up to my throat, choking me.
“So fucking beautiful,” I growled, lifting my hand and brushing it over the tattoo. I pushed deeper inside her. She winced then moaned. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I wasn’t gonna last long, I knew that. As soon as I finished the “s” in my name, I hurried and entered her. “Next I want my last name on your ring finger,” I told her.
Leaning over I sucked her breast and dragged my tongue up to her neck, sucking on her flesh. Her sweat invaded my taste buds.
Blood surged from my fingertips to my toes at the thought. “Would you like that? My last name on your ring finger? Tell me!” She moaned loudly as I fucked her rougher. Her lips quivered in unspoken passion.
“Yes. Do it!” she cried out loudly.
My body vibrated with liquid fire. I sank my teeth into her neck as my balls drew up. “Beast!” she bellowed and shook under me. Her pussy clenched my dick, milking it dry of my cum. My fingers sank into her hip.
“Shit,” I gritted, closing my eyes and panting. I pressed my lips against where I just bit. Kissing my way up, I found her lips, moved my hand to the front of her neck, and gripped it tightly as I drank the sweetness of her mouth. She whimpered against my mouth as my tongue explored the recesses of hers.
I couldn’t get enough of Azeira. When I thought I had enough of her, I needed more. I could feel her heat pounding inside her. I knew her body had to be exhausted. For the past two hours I had pushed her limits, but she took it all without complaint.
“Perfect, fucking perfect,” I growled, licking her mouth nastily and lifting.
She watched me but didn’t speak. She could barely keep her eyes open.
Slowly, I pulled back. My dick slipped out and she whimpered lowly. Silently I began untying her, making sure to rub the areas where the ropes were to bring the circulation back to them. The areas were now red, chafed, and bruised. It was a picturesque sight.
She hissed as she lowered her arms while I worked on her legs. I knew her joints had to be sore.
Once she was untied, I stood and raked my eyes down her body, lingering on my name. It looked good against her smooth caramel skin that glowed with sweat. Her once blemish-free skin was now marked by my hands. It made my soul spark and come alive.
Leaning down I outlined the tips of her breasts with my fingers and she shook under my touch. A sigh left her mouth.
Azeira was my perfect match, beautiful on the outside and twisted on the inside. The perfect catalyst that calmed the raging beast within me.
“I’m gonna come see you tomorrow, I promise.” I assured my mom as I examined the fresh tattoo on the right side of my lower stomach. My hand brushed across the black ink. Oddly, Kairus had nice penmanship, even with a tattoo gun. It had been a week since he branded me with his name and pushed my limits. The level of possession he felt to the point of putting his name on me should have caused fear, but it didn’t. Instead, it made my stomach quiver with adoration and my heart leap. He also fucked me into exhaustion and I passed out as soon as he removed the ropes.
“I hope so. I miss you, Azeira,” my mom confessed. I shifted my eyes from the mirror to the phone screen. I turned and leaned on the sink.
“I know I miss you too.” A weight sat on my chest. My mom was now out of the hospital and I had yet to go see her. While I made sure to call and talk to her every day, I knew it wasn’t the same. She seemed to be doing well and was due to start chemo again soon.
“I was thinking once I get my strength back I want to get my garden back up and running and you could help me.”
