Page 159 of Intense
FINN
Song- Sin, Ash to Eden
Icarry her to the bedroom like I own her.
She’s still wrapped around me, grinning like she just dared me to do my worst.
She doesn’t know how far I’ll take it.
“Face down, ass up, love,” I tell her quietly, but it lands heavy.
She slides off me and crawls onto the bed, arching her back, looking over her shoulder like the little tease she is.
“You got a knife in here?” I ask.
If she thinks like I do, she will have supplies in her bedroom.
Her lips twitch. “In my closet, my medical bag.”
Of course she does.
I stalk to the closet, find her bag, and pull out the slim leather case. When I open it, the light catches on the stainless steel. The kind made to cut with intent, not force.
I hold it in my hand for a second, feeling its weight.
This will do.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I say as I kneel behind her. My hand spreads over the swell of her ass, thumb pressing into the soft dip.
“Do it,” she breathes.
“This is very permanent, love.”
She giggles. Fuck, I’m obsessed with her.
“Like I’m getting rid of you, Finn. I think we’ve established that isn’t happening. So mark me.”
I like that answer. I like it a lot.
I press the flat of the blade to her cheek and let the cold kiss linger before I start. The first shallow slice curves into the F. It’s sharp and neat. To me, it’s beautiful. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
The Q follows. Two letters marking her mine.
But I’m not done.
I flip the blade in my hand and press it into my own palm.
Her head jerks up. “Finn?—”
“Shh.” The sting barely registers as I draw a short line across the thick muscle of my hand. Blood wells immediately. I drag my fingers over the fresh mark and then begin painting her skin with my blood.
“Now you’re mine,” I tell her. “And I’m yours.”
Before she can answer, I offer her my bleeding hand. “Taste it.”
She takes my wrist without hesitation, her tongue dragging over the cut, her lips sealing around it. The pull of her mouth there does something savage to me, something that feels like worship and war at the same time.
