Page 130 of Tethered Souls
He licks the base of my neck and then bites it, his teeth cutting deep. And I know he’s drawing blood. He’s taking that first step the bonding requires: mixing our blood.
Connecting us.
If we share enough, I’ll start to be able to feel him, and he’ll start to be able to feel me.
He’ll know the truth of my innocence.
I’ll know his true feelings about me even when he can’t express them in public.
Trembling, I fist my hand in his hair and pull his lips off me so I can look into his eyes.
His piercing dark eyes whose colors I know better than my own.
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll blood bond with you. I… I love you, Varius.”
He freezes, his mask coming down instinctively. But I know he isn’t rejecting me. He just likes processing things behind his walls. I cup his cheek and kiss him. A light touch that I feel all the way down to my toes.
His lips part. His tongue dives inside my mouth as he pushes me down on the bed, covering me with his body. His hands slide between us, tugging up my dress. I spread my thighs, and he falls between them.
“I can’t wait, Micha,” he groans as he grabs his cock and pushes it in. My pussy stretches with a slight burn, tearing as he forces entry. “I’m sorry, little monster,” he growls. “I can’t…”
He pushes in deeper, and I wince, but I don’t stop him. Can’t stop him. I need this just as much as he does. “Don’t… ahhh…stop,” I say.
He stops, his muscles straining. His cock is only half-way in. He growls, pushes in even more. “I can’t…” he says, his voice raw and twisted.
And I realize how he took my words. “Don’tstop,” I say as I grab his ass.
Groaning, he shoves in all the way in one solid thrust. He fucks me hard and fast, with no technique. He’s feral, like an animal, like a man without control. He’s tearing me apart, unable to take his time, and fuck me, that utter need to use me, to own me is making me wet.
The pain starts to recede.
I can feel my orgasm building.
Wrapping my legs around him, I hold on.
I hold on to the man I love.
“Fuuuuck,” he growls as he thrusts in deep. He collapses on top of me, his entire body shaking. His cum shoots inside me, and I hold him close as he fills me. Rocking his hips, he uses my pussy to get himself hard again.
My nails dig into his back. He hisses in a breath, and I scratch him harder, drawing a line of blood.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps. “Make me yours. Mark me so everyone fucking knows it.”
“You mean it?” I ask, a challenge in my voice as I lift my hips to match his rhythm. He slows a bit as he ducks his head to look at me. I crane my neck up to meet his gaze, our difference in height not allowing our faces to line up while he’s in me.
“Do whatever you want to do,” he says as he rolls me on top of him. “I’m yours.”
Staring down at him, I hesitate for a moment, my cheeks heating. Then I blurt, “I want to tattoo your dick.”
He blinks.
I shake my head. “Sorry, no, that’s not what I meant.”
I place both hands on his chest and look down at him in utter wickedness. “I’mgoingto tattoo your dick,” I correct. “But first I’m going to get myself off on your cock. And you can’t come” –I lift myself off him– “because I need you hard to tat it.” I slam myself down.
His lips part.
I roll my hips, rubbing my pussy against his pelvis. My nails digging into his chest, I make sure I draw blood. He arches his back as he groans, and I swipe my finger through the red liquid seeping out on his chest. Lifting it to my neck, I rub it into the open bite mark he gave me.
