Page 112 of Bonds of Obsession

She’s trembling on top of me, her walls fluttering around my length. I can feel how close she is already, and I know for a fact she could come just from this if I let her. But that’s not what this is about.

“Pick up the gun,” I order, my voice rough. “Time to get back to work.”

“You’re fucking insane,” she gasps, but her words cut off into a moan as I find her clit with my thumb.

“Maybe.” I work the sensitive bud in slow circles, feeling her hips start to roll. “But you love it. You love how crazy I am for you.” I press harder, making her whole body jerk. “And how desperate I am to be yours.”

She tries to chase her pleasure, grinding down on my cock, but I grab her hip with my free hand to slow her movements. “Not yet, siren. Not until you mark me.”

“Please,” she whimpers, her pussy clenching around me. “I need?—”

“I know what you need.” I ease up on her clit, keeping her right on the edge. “But you don’t get to come until I’m wearing your ring. Until everyone can see who I belong to.”

Her walls flutter around my shaft again, and I grit my teeth against the sensation. Fuck, she’s so wet, so fucking perfect. I’m not just teasing her—this is torture for me too. But I meant what I said, and she’s not coming until she marks me.

“I wanna feel you come while I’m inside you,” I tell her. “I can’t wait to feel this sweet pussy clamp down on my cock right after you finish marking me and making me yours in every way possible.”

She lunges forward suddenly, catching my bottom lip between her teeth and biting down hard enough that I taste copper. The sharp pain only makes my cock pulse harder inside her.

“Fucking animal,” I growl approvingly as she pulls back.

She reaches for the tattoo gun, her movements steady in spite of the way I can feel her trembling around my cock. “I’ll show you a fucking animal.”

The look in her eyes makes my heart beat faster. There’s possession there, raw and primal. It’s the same thing I feel for her, but reflected back at me. This is really going to happen. She’s finally going to give me her ring.

And fuck if that doesn’t make me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

The first bite of the needle makes the muscle in my chest jump involuntarily, but the slight pain only heightens every other sensation. My cock throbs inside her as she works, marking my skin with careful precision even as I guide her hips in a slow grind.

“Fuck,” I growl, watching her face as she concentrates. “Never understood the appeal before. But this—” I break off as she hits a particularly sensitive spot, the sharp sting making my muscles clench again. “Now I get it. The pain and pleasure together.”

She shifts slightly, adjusting her angle, and I feel her pussy grip me tighter. “Yeah?” Her voice is breathy but focused. “Does it make you want more?”

“From you?” I grip her hips harder, lifting her up before letting her sink back down on my length. “I’d let you cover every inch of my skin if you were the one doing it. Mark me up however you fucking want.”

She moans at that, and I can tell she’s fighting to keep her hand steady as she works, even while I fuck her slow and deep.

“That’s it,” I encourage, watching my blood well up under her needlework. “Make it perfect. Make it permanent.” I roll my hips up into her, making her gasp. “I want everyone to see it and know exactly who I belong to.”

The tattoo gun buzzes steadily as she works, the sound mixing with our harsh breathing and the wet sounds of her pussy taking my cock. Every stroke of the needle sends another jolt through my system, lighting up my nerves until I can barely tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins.

“Almost done,” she whispers, and I can hear the need in her voice. I can feel how desperately she wants to come. “I don’t know how much longer I can… can hold out though. I need?—”

“Not yet.” I buck up into her, making her gasp. Her hand is trembling slightly now, but I don’t fucking care. She feels too good on top of me to even think about stopping now. Still, I give her a little encouragement. “Finish it first. Make it perfect.”

Her pussy clenches around me, and I know she’s right on the edge. She’s fighting to hold back her orgasm, fighting to keep her hands steady while I ram my cock up into her.

“Such a good little slut,” I praise, watching her work through those pretty, heavy-lidded eyes. “Taking my cock so well while you mark me. Making me yours forever.”

“Oh god,” she whimpers. “Killian?—”

“Almost there,” I huff, feeling my own control starting to slip. “Come on, siren. Give me your mark. Fucking give it to me.”

The tattoo gun buzzes steadily for another minute, her movements precise again in spite of the fact that she’s barely holding herself together.

“Done,” she gasps out. “It’s done.”

The second the gun leaves my skin, I slam up into her while my fingers find her clit. “Then come for me. Come all over my cock while you look at your mark on my chest.”

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