Page 26 of Dark Notes

She covers her face like she can’t bear to look at me. “They are in my purse.”

A lightbulb goes off in my head, and I let her go and get out of the shower.

“There’s a towel hanging on the hook. Dry off and go lay on my bed. Nothing more than a towel.”

I quickly dry off, and head to the entryway and find her purse. Normally, I’d never go into a woman’s belongings, but this is important. I pull out the red washable marker and head back to the bedroom.

I smirk at her. “You do look good in my bed, baby.”

She blushes and I approach her with the marker. “I want to write on your beautiful skin.”

I stare at her horrified expression, but I explain myself, “Not vile things. Kind of like affirmations, I guess. What I see when I look at you.”

“If anything bothers you, stop me.”

I grab the towel and open it, so her entire body is exposed to me.

“Jesus Christ, McKinley. So beautiful. These aren’t fucking flaws. They are curves.”

Pulling the cap off the marker, I lean over her and write on her left thigh, and say the word as I’m writing it, “Beautiful.”

Moving to her other thigh, I write, “Curvy and beautiful.”

She watches me with curious eyes, as I spread her thighs and move to the inside, “Perfect.” Moving to the other, I write, “Mine.”

I go to her soft stomach and she flinches. While I don’t think she has any fucking reason to hate her body, I know she does and I plan to change that, but it’ll take time to undo the damage he did, if it’s even possible.

“I wish I could make you see yourself through my eyes. You wouldn’t see anything wrong. All you would see is how fucking gorgeous you are.”

“Jagger,” she whispers, like she’s never heard anyone say she’s beautiful, but I have trouble believing that. Surely some man before that asshole did.

I sign my name over her stomach. “Every perfect inch is mine.”

I cap the marker and toss it on the nightstand, and it falls to the floor, but I’ll get it later. Crawling in beside her, I ask, “I’d really like to touch you, but if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”

“Please, Jagger. I need you.”

Leaning over her, I place a hand on the mattress beside her shoulder and press my lips to hers, once again tasting her tongue, while she slides her hands up my chest and around my neck. Her fingers on my skin could set me on fire.

“Touch me, Jagger, please touch me. Your cock pressing into my leg is driving me crazy.”

I chuckle at her words. “Sorry, baby, he has a mind of his own.”

She drags her hands down my chest and grabs my length in her small hand.

“McKinley,” I warn.

Instead of stopping, she tightens her grip with a smile. “What was the first song you sang to me, Mr. Wild? I can’t remember, but I think you claimed you were going to fuck me like an animal. I’m waiting to see if you’ll deliver on your promises.”

“Spread your legs.”

I get up and climb between her beautiful thighs, and hover over her, with a hand on either side of her on the mattress. Swiping my tongue over her nipple before taking it between my teeth, she gasps softly.

Kissing my way down her belly, she wiggles underneath me. “Not there.”

I stare at her. “Yes, there. Everywhere. I told you. Every beautiful inch is mine.”

Moving down, I kiss the insides of her thighs while I hold her legs back. The scent of her pussy calls to me on a primitive level. I’m desperate to taste her.

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