Page 105 of The Tattoo Artist

But I will for him.

“I actually took something from your draw in the house…” His brows furrow in confusion, and I slowly slide out the black box from my bag. I flick it open, the wedding ring tucked into the small cushion. “I know I will never be able to remember what happened between us in the past, I know that you have more memories of you and I than I do. But you stuck with me…you didn’t give up on me when you could have and you accepted me for me, and for who I am now and not then. I love you. And only you…I mean, I fell in love with you twice.”

He grabs the back of my head, pulling me closer.

His lips brush against mine lightly, and I find myself comparing the feel and fragrance of cologne on his skin. His kiss is far superior. His lips are a little cold, but he makes up for it with the warm caress of his tongue against mine. I close the box, accidentally dropping it as he undoes my seatbelt, and adjusts his seat backwards. He pulls me on top of him, straddling his lips as his lips find their way down to the crook of my neck. I release soft gasps, my fingers glide down to his belt buckle, fidgeting with it until it loosens up. He raises his hips slightly, causing me to bump my head against the sunroof.

“Ow…” I chuckle out, his lips kissing between my laughs.

My hands make contact with the button on his jeans faster than our mouths, he runs his hands beneath my shirt and begins unclasping my bra until I feel it loosen.

Once my bra is tackled down, he removes my shirt and slides his fingers under the lining of my bra, he drags them down my arms before throwing it in the back of the car. My breasts touch the fabric of his shirt, and I waste no time in removing it. My hands dig into his boxers, sliding his dick out. His arousal presses against me, hot and urgent, fuelling my own desire. His fingers raises my skirt against my thighs, and I raise my body enough for him to press his cock against my entrance. I shift my hair to the side before slowly descending down, I moan, my hands pressing against his broad shoulders.

“Fuuuuuck….” He groans out, his teeth capturing my bottom lip, tugging onto it.

“Ares…I can’t, you’re bigger…”

“You will.” He responds, before shoving me down fully onto him, I gasp, my fingernails digging into his bicep as he begins to move my hips for me. His hands roam over my curves, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. With each caress, each kiss, the intensity between us grows. I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs, aching for him, for the release only he can provide.

My fingers dig into his hair, pulling him down to my chest as his mouth captures my nipple. I arch my back, offering myself to him completely, his tongue flicks and teases. I feel my head falling backwards with a tug of his hand wrapped around my hair. He fucks me. He watches me. He hears me. “Ahhh, Ares…” I moan out.

My ass bouncing on his thighs, his dick thrusting in and out of me.

He releases my hair, and my head falls into the crooks of his neck.

My teeth digs into his skin, my hands wrap around half of his bicep as I feel tears of pleasure falling. I’m hurting him. But it is as if he likes being hurt...he likes the pain.

It gives him pleasure.

“Bite me...bite me harder Angel.” He groans into my ears, controlling my every hip move.

I bite onto him hard enough for my mark to stay there and bruise his shoulders, my fingers tighten around his biceps, and butterflies are swarming all over my stomach. Sweat glistens onto my collarbone, his fingers pushing their way into my mouth, trailing down my chin.

“Ares…fuck…”

“If you ever look at a man the same way you look at me, I’ll kill him and fuck you with his blood around my hand.”

The automatic doors open as I walk through, my bag in one hand and the other fixing my hair before Maxine realises that I’m late for a not so good enough reason. Maxine glances up from her desk, a bright smile spread across her face as she shoves her books into her bag. “Maxine.”

“Alexandra, thank god you’re here. Can you close tonight?”

“Yeah, is everything alright?”

“Yes, my son took his first steps and I want to go see him.”

“Of course, Maxine. Congratulations! That’s a huge moment,” I reply with genuine happiness for her.

Maxine’s eyes lit up even more at my words. “Thank you, Alexandra! I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever.”

I nodded understandingly.

“I can imagine. Well, you go enjoy every moment of it. I’ll take care of closing up tonight.”

“Thank you, thank you!” Maxine exclaimed, already halfway out the door. “You’re a lifesaver, Alexandra!”

As Maxine rushes off, I couldn’t help but smile. I go around the reception desk, shuffling my things just beneath it as I pick up where Maxine left off-stamping the front covers of the book. The automatic doors slide open, the ‘whooshing’ sound alerts me as I look up to see a man I’ve never seen here before. I know everyone that comes in this library, I have worked here for two years straight. But this man, no, never met him and I don’t know him.

A new face.

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