Page 70 of Twisted Mates

I take him fully into my body and rock my hips over him. He wraps a hand around my waist and another around my neck like he refuses to pull out of me now that he’s in.

Using the hand around my neck, he pulls me closer. His tongue drags along my collarbone and up to my ear. “I knew my mark would look good on your skin,” he says, moving his mouth back down and licking over the tender spot he left last night. “Now show me what it feels like to be yours.”

My jaw goes slack at his words, and I grind over him harder, rubbing against his pelvis in the most perfect way. He thrusts up into me, and when he hits that spot inside me that had me seeing stars last night, I cry out his name.

“There you go, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “That’s what I like to hear.”

I clench my walls around him before pulling myself off and then slamming back down, earning a deep moan from him. “Yours is the only name I’ll be crying out like this for the rest of my life,” I murmur as I kiss down his jawline and back up to his lips.

“Good. I just need one more from you. Choke my cock one more time.”

I groan as I glide him in and out of me. It feels good taking him so deep, but it’s not enough. “I need more. Tighten your fingers around my throat.”

“Like this?” he says, while squeezing.

“Yes.”

He slams his other hand down on my thigh, stopping me from squirming. “Don’t move,” he demands before reaching behind me.

My heart hammers against my ribs as he reveals his tattoo machine. He clicks it on and tilts my head back. “Do I have your permission to permanently mark what is mine?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He groans and brings the needle to the space just above the curve of his thumb and index finger. “I need you to stay very still for me, baby.”

“I will,” I whisper, fear and lust creating a heady mixture inside of me.

With slow steady hands, he guides the needle over me. I clench around him, whimpering at the sting to my neck. It doesn’t last long, just two short strokes, but it’s enough. I’m right on the cusp of another orgasm.

“You feel good with my needle on your skin,” he says, turning off the machine and dropping it to the desk.

I’m dying for friction because I’m about to explode, but I follow his command and stay still. “Xander, please, can I come now?”

“Since you ask so sweetly.” He drops his hand between us and rubs my clit just once, and I’m gone.

“Come with me,” I whine, meeting his eyes, which are already flaring blue like they were last night.

I hold just as much power over his body because he shudders beneath me, filling me to the brim. He thrusts into me like he is willing every drop to remain inside, but some still slides down my thighs, leaving a sticky mess.

Xander falls back into the chair and pulls me against his chest. He peppers kisses on my forehead as he tells me all the ways he loves me. I’m cherished and safe in his arms. Nothing can hurt me as long as he’s here to protect me.

“Will you tattoo your initials on my finger?” I blurt, breaking the silence as we bask in the afterglow.

He chuckles and says, “The X I left on your neck wasn’t enough?”

“Yes, but I want something that everyone can see at all times.”

“All right.” He turns me in his lap, wrapping his arms around me, and places my right hand on the desk. Leaning into my back, he looks over my shoulder and tattoos an X and S in a pretty script that looks somehow both strong and dainty. It doesn’t take long and when he’s done, my soul soars at the sight. This is forever.Weare forever.

I look up over my shoulder at him and smile. “I love it.”

“I loveyou.”

“I love you more.”

He chuckles and kisses my temple. “That’s an argument I don’t think either of us could win. Let’s agree to a tie.”

My heart swells and I nod. “Deal.”

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