Page 39 of Skin Deep

I swallowed and met his eyes. “Do it.”

Paxton dragged the blade across my skin with such a light touch that it only cut about halfway into the dermis. Still, the sight of him slicing into me sent such a shock of pleasure through me that I moaned and arched my back.

“Again!” I pleaded, my voice cracking. “Please, again!”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were about to come for me.” He grinned and grabbed my cock, stroking it lazily.

He wasn’t wrong. I was on the edge, seconds from having one of the strongest orgasms of my life. I could feel the raw promise of it starting to spark over my nerve endings.

“Paxton, please!” I was so desperate, I was on the verge of tears again. “Cut me. Make me yours!”

The scalpel streaked across my skin, high up on my thigh, and I came apart at the seams, babbling unintelligibly as my cock pulsed in Paxton’s fist, shooting cum onto his arm and chest while heavy drops of blood raced down the inside of my thigh to stain the sheets.

“You’re so damn sexy when you come,” Paxton growled, sliding his fingers through the mess. He shifted me up onto his body.

I whimpered at the feeling of him swiping a hand over the burning lines he’d carved into my thigh. I was so far gone, I couldn’t even react when he added his spit to the mix of blood and cum, using it to slick up his cock.

“Fuck!” I shifted and shuddered as his cock breached me, trying to bear down to make it easier, but it barely helped.

“Good boy,” he purred as he pushed in further, giving me no time to adjust. “You take it so well. Fit me like a glove.”

I collapsed against his chest, letting out a choked sob of pain, of pleasure… It was too much. I was so full, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

He pressed a kiss I didn’t deserve to my cheek. “Come on, now. You’ve done well so far. Be good for me a little while longer. Show me how you ride.”

I didn’t know if I could, but the way he said it made me want to try. He’d done so much for me, crossed a line I never would’ve even approached with anyone else. After tonight, I’d never be the same. No one else would ever be enough again, and it was all his fault.

I pushed up on my knees and tested rocking back. Lightning flashes of pain and discomfort shot up through me, and the cuts on my thigh burned. I deserved this and worse. He was being far too gentle with me, too generous.

Paxton was too good for me, so I had to be good for him, even if it killed me.

Pax’s hands closed on my hips, pulling me down while I pushed back against him, thrusting up into me when I rocked back. We fell into an easy rhythm that left me raw with the need to put my hands on him. Fuck, what had I been thinking when I asked him to tie my hands behind my back? This was torture, and I’d earned every second of it for all my misdeeds. The horrible way I treated people, the patients I was rude to, the neighbors I’d told to fuck off. The lives I’d taken. I didn’t regret killing them, not for a second, but I knew it had stained my soul, and no penance would ever be enough to make up for what I’d become.

But this was a start.

“War,” he panted and tipped my chin up with one hand. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

Fresh desire fluttered through me as I met his amber eyes. It was too soon for me to get hard again, but I wished I could.

His other hand closed around the cuts he’d made on my thigh, his thumb pressing in hard enough to renew the sting and his mouth closed over mine, swallowing the moan that bubbled up out of me.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he panted against my skin. His hand closed against my throat like they wanted to choke the life out of me. God help me, I would’ve let him. “I want to hear you beg for it. Beg for me to come.”

I had never begged for anything from anyone. Yet when Paxton ordered me to, the words fell out like I’d been waiting to say them my whole life. “Please, Paxton. I need you to come inside me. Please!”

His fingers flexed, nails barely biting into my skin. “Fuck, that’s hot. That’s so… Fuck!” Paxton’s hips stuttered and he groaned, closing a fist around my neck and briefly choking off the air.

My head was swimming in the best way, better than any other high I’d ever felt. Yes, this… This was what I’d been missing before. It was everything I wanted—no,needed.

“Shit.” He let go of my throat and I gasped in a breath on instinct. “You okay?”

“Yes,” I croaked out, but I wasn’t sure that was true. I might never be okay again.

I let my head fall to his shoulder and laid there, listening to his heart pound while he gently stroked his thumb over my thigh just below the two cuts.

“I should bandage these,” he whispered, still winded.

I shook my head. “Not yet.” I didn’t want to move. Moving would ruin everything.

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