Page 123 of His Cursed Heart

The door opens, and without waiting I grip her face and slam her mouth on mine. Her surprised moan comes after I shove my tongue through the teeth, feeling her desperation that matches mine.

"You are incredible, Althea Seraphina Moretti. Goddamn incredible." I murmur and kiss her hard again.

"Thank you for being my muse." She smiles and separates from me before I have the chance to grab her and fuck her on the table she prepares.

I take off my T-shirt and throw it in the room, sticking my front to her back. I bury my head in her neck and plant wet kisses all over. She moans, bringing her fingers to my hair. I smirk when I feel her tugging hard, bringing my face underneath hers.

"Be a good boy and stay put." She whispers and goes to the room that has all her supplies. I stop a laugh at her words and decide to listen to my wife.

When Althea comes back with her gun, needles and ink, I'm already on my stomach. Her eyebrows rise in surprise and she takes a table and put it next to the

table I'm on.

"You want it on your back?"

"Yeah," I murmur and try to hide my excitement. While my arms are full of tattoos and little of my pecs, my back is clean. I want her to mark all of me. I don't care if she's doing it with her ink gun, teeth or nails.

"How big you want it?" She puts one finger at the end of my neck and other one between my shoulder blades. "Like this?"

I shake my head no. Her fingers go lower and she waits for me to stop her, but I don't. The moment her finger touches the place two inches higher above my ass, I say, "There."

I can feel her wide eyes looking at me, and her teeth biting her lower lip.

"That's gonna be a big tattoo." She says and starts getting ready.

I laugh at her comment, murmuring, "I know, baby."

Watching her put her black gloves on her like the sexiest tattoo artist does things to my body, especially my cock. Althea takes her Marvel shirt off and my eyes drop to her big, round tits. I groan at her pointed brownish nipples, trying to resist the temptation.

"Sometimes I like painting naked. Makes me feel more in control. Tattooing is not different."

The fucking vixen.

I bury my head in my arms, her naked body stuck in my brain. My dick already hurts at the feeling of not being inside her, and I'm sure it will fall out in the next hours she spends painting my back.

"What design do you have in mind?"

"The blade you made on my stomach in blood." My response is quick.

"W-what?"

With my head still buried in my arms, I say loud, "I want the blade you created on my stomach with their blood."

Her breathing is low and her hands tremble on my back. "Look at me."

I groan and stay in the same position.

"Althea, if I look at you again and see your naked tits staring at me, you won't tattoo anything this evening." My voice is raspy.

I feel my skin on fire when her lips touch my back in wet, sweet kisses.

This woman will be the death of me.

After twenty minutes of her sketching the design on my back, I hear the gun buzzing. The blood in my veins starts running faster and when the first pinch of the needles in my skin travels my body, I'm addicted. The numbing skin feels tight and hot, pain making me close my eyes in pleasure.

I let my body in Althea's hands. I let her take control over my skin, manipulate my back into the addicting ink gun.

I let my heart in her hands.

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