Page 78 of Body Tox

“If you want me to taste myself, Little Wraith.” He moaned, kissing the top of my hand and scooping me in his arms like a bride. “Then I will lick every drop out of your pussy.”

I didn’t have words. I just watched his face. His dangerous toying look made me flush. He walked us down from the attic. It wasn’t time for mass, and there wasn’t a soul at the church. The sun greeted us from outside the stained glass windows.

He walked us down the looping staircase and into the prayer room. The white and red candles dripped with the wax hardening in all stages of its descent to the ground. They were tall and short…all sizes encased the front stage area.

It had a white blanket laid down, the huge crucifix towering right behind the little setup. On the side was a holy water basin and a box that looked ominous in the space. I narrowed my eyes at the box, but Asher set me down on the plush white blanket.

I was still naked, and my tattoo was sore, but the pain made me feel so many endorphins, like every light kiss and touch from his fingertips made me shake.

He lightly moved my hair, kissing my collarbone, trailing those sinful lips down to my shoulder. I was so fucking enraptured in his mouth that I closed my eyes, the earlier stinging forgotten.

“Ow!” I gasped, surprised.

I looked down, and he was holding a knife, a small red line replacing an earlier scar from my ex. I looked at his face. He looked transfixed and absolutely unhinged.

“That monster doesn’t deserve even your memories, Echo. Every mark will remind you of me,only meand this.” He licked his lips, dropping his mouth to the welling blood, letting his tongue run over the cut.

I watched him. The sensitivity of his tongue alone made me moan.

He was shaking.

His addiction was blood, and he just took a hit of mine.

He took his shaking hand to my side, finding the scars there and carefully steadying his grip before drawing a new line over the mark of my past. His mouth felt like fire, and the chill of the cold blade was a tornado of heat and ice.

“I will brand every fucking inch of you, my Little Wraith. You are mine.”

I opened my mouth, and the euphoria overwhelmed my system. The tantalizing push and pull of the blood welling and his wicked tongue licking it free.

I was covered in bloody cuts, and the little lines were creating an image, one that was overwriting the past I hadn’t chosen for myself with a new future that was being promised to me.

The true gift of this present.

I whimpered, realizing…

I was begging to bleed for him.

“I am yours, Asher Ballard,” I said.

It was a whispered promise as sure as the branding itself.

He growled, his erection pumping with need as he laid down the blade. He picked me up, pulling me onto his lap, his feet underneath his ass, propping us up.

I was so wet I slipped over his cock so perfectly. It was like a glove. He fucked me without abandon, a wild animal, savage and hungry.

He grabbed one of the candles, lifting it above my chest as I rode him, tipping it onto my cuts and sealing them with the fiery seal. I panted, trying to keep up with his blinding pace. My hips rocked back-and-forth, the candles falling over, wax spilling all over us as it fell and splashed us with waves of heated seals.

My blood was smeared onto him, our bodies a path of way with battles won and scars earned. We had lived such hard lives in such different ways.

I looked at Asher, his beautiful body covered in so many of those memories. They were etched in his skin by his own hand, stories and pain branding him as sure as my scars branded me.

I pulled his head toward me, capturing his lips in mine, slowing down the rhythm, and reaching over for the knife.

“Even with your life on the line, you never once broke,” I said, my orgasm so close I could feel the tightness in my stomach and the throbbing in my clit.

I ground down on him harder, running the blade’s sharp belly onto his chest, a patch of skin that was untouched.

“No one has ever wanted me.” He grunted, accepting my slice and hissing through his teeth when I licked the pool of red. “I am unbreakable.”

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