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It burns like a brand. I know it's an illusion created by my psyche, but I don't care. I can feel that thumbprint to the depth of my soul.

"Yours," I squeeze out of my uncooperative throat as I hold my hand up in offering. "Do it."

He's done this before. He cannot deny me.

A purely animalistic sound comes from deep in his chest before he does what I ask, pricking my thumb.

Once the blood wells, I place it over his heart. "Mine."

Then I press, leaving a crimson red smear before rivulets of water turn it pink, washing it away, bit by bit.

"I want my mark here," I tell him.

He offers me the knife, but I shake my head. "A tattoo."

"As you wish."

I force more of my life's essence from the tiny prick before it stops bleeding and press a print onto the underside of his big erection. "Mine."

"Do you want a tattoo there as well, mi dolce fiore?"

Atavistic pleasure settles deep in my belly. I don't feel sweet right now. "Would you get one?"

"Yes."

My thighs pressing tightly together as a shudder of arousal travels up my spine, I open my mouth to say no. Of course not. That's too much. Too primitive. Right?

Only what comes out of my mouth is, "Yes, I want that."

"Aphrodite, a true goddess who requires sacrifice to her love." His mouth slams down onto mine, locking my words inside me, his lips moving with feverish intensity to claim mine.

Chapter 77: MICELI

Róise's kiss is flavored with the same forceful need beating through my veins. She undulates against me, trying to press our bodies closer together.

I move the knife away from her skin without letting it touch her again and put it on one of the shelves built into the marble walls of our two person shower.

Cazzo. This side of her makes my cock so fucking hard.

She wants her thumbprint tattooed on me there. And I fucking want that too.

To be claimed by my goddess, for the forced vows between us to become something undeniably more.

Once both hands are empty, I fill them with her perfect, round tits and squeeze.

Her moan vibrates against my lips, the sound sending more blood rushing to my already engorged dick. My head pushes into the soft flesh of her torso.

Fuck, I love her body. All curves and no angles.

She reaches down with one hand and grips my hardon while the other tunnels into my hair, yanking it.

Hot urgency floods me at the small sting. She's so into this, she's not worrying about being nice.

Neither am I.

I drop one arm and hoist her up so my hand can reach between her generous ass cheeks. I spread them, letting water run down to her tight little pucker before I press just the tip of one finger inside her.

She fucking keens, her tongue thrusting against mine.

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