Page 242 of Dark Souls

“Not a problem,” he groaned before he flipped us over so I was beneath his body on the bed. My arms fell to the side of my head as his lips travelled down my chest, over the mounds of my tits and then over the tight corset. “But first, I need to taste you in this dress.”

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and let the dress fall around my waist, exposing my bare pussy to him. The way he peered up at me from under hooded lashes with wickedness had me fighting back a moan. “No underwear? You remembered.”

Before I could respond, his face was buried between my legs and he was kissing my thighs, my lips, my clit until I was writhing with barely contained frustration. The moment his tongue swiped at me, I nearly came just from sheer relief. My hands raked through his hair, keeping his mouth locked against my core. Not that he needed any encouragement. He flicked, sucked, bit at my clit with desperation and when he added two fingers to my pussy, moving them in and out with torturous precision, my leg muscles tensed and I drew him in closer. He groaned a little when his fresh back tattoo was knocked by my calves but that just seemed to make him wilder, more feral, as he relentlessly teased my clit with his tongue and fucked my pussy with his fingers until I was screaming out his name.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good, love. I can’t get enough. Again. I need you to come again,” he growled between my legs before latching back onto my pussy.

I screamed from the sensitivity and he slowed his assault of my clit to slow, sensual licks and kisses until he felt me relaxing. And then he did it again. In a matter of minutes, he took me back to heaven with another mind-blowing orgasm that rocked every inch of my body. My legs fell away from his shoulders as he slowly rose, crawling up my body. The wetness of my pleasure was all around his mouth and when he smirked at me, I moaned and closed my eyes because I was about to shamelessly beg him to fuck me if he didn’t stop being so damn hot.

“Where do you want it?” he asked, his voice full of teasing and seduction and my eyes snapped open. Was he seriously asking me that? Everywhere. Pick a hole. I didn’t care. “The tattoo. Where do you want the tattoo?” he clarified, arching his raised eyebrow as if he could read my dirty thoughts.Oh.

I sat up slowly, my body still feeling sensitive and limp after those orgasms and tried to reach around to unzip my dress. Luka took over and I wiggled my body out of it and lay back down, completely naked beneath him. It was his turn to look desperate with arousal as his gaze travelled down the length of my body. Unable to help himself, he grabbed one of my tits in his rough hand and flicked his tongue over my pierced nipple bar. I giggled, arching my back and tugging his hair to pull him away.

“Tattoo, remember?” I smirked, loving how much I affected him still. I don’t know why I was so worried. Luka with humanity was just as addicted to me as without. He groaned but reached for the tattoo kit and got to work swapping the needle for a new, sterilised one. Biting my lip, I watched him, so turned on and excited about finally getting a tattoo. I’d always wanted one. I wanted to be covered one day, just like him, but I never knew what I wanted or where to start. But I did now.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice so strained with desire, my pussy clenched with emptiness, craving him so badly.Soon. Just a little bit longer.

“L.H.N.,” I said, as his eyes locked with mine. I pointed to the top of my left breast, just above my pierced nipple. “Right here.”

“Fuck,” he growled, shoving his free hand that wasn’t holding the needle against his erection in his trousers. He inhaled sharply, closed his eyes to compose himself and when he opened them again, he kept his gaze solely focused on the job in hand. He straddled my waist and leaned over me. The moment the needle scratched against my skin, I jolted in surprise. “Try to keep still, love.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, biting my lip and watching him closely as he got to work.

It hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But perhaps the sight of his muscular forearms and the focus on his handsome face so close to mine was the perfect distraction because it was over far too quickly. I glanced down to see his initials carved into my skin and smiled. It looked perfect.

Taking me by surprise, his hand wrapped around my jaw and his lips crashed against mine with passion and raw emotion and I let myself fall to the mercy of his lips. He’d manoeuvred himself between my thighs and they’d fallen open around his hip as he ground his erection against my throbbing clit. I moaned into his mouth as his thrusts became harder and faster. When we broke the kiss, we were both panting heavily. “Wait. One more.”

“What?” He frowned, his eyebrows tensing into the bridge of his nose.

“I want another tattoo. You got two. I want another one.”

He pressed his forehead against mine and slowly shook his head. “You are killing me. I don’t think I can wait any longer without being buried inside you.”

“Then do both,” I moaned. He lifted his head to stare down at me from under his dark lashes and his lips parted.

“I think you are overestimating my skills,” he breathed, pushing his erection against my core again and causing my back to arch off the bed. “What do you want?”

I ran my fingers over the vertical scar between my breasts that was made by the hellfire stake and whispered, “Write,his dark soul for mine, over the scar.” He closed his eyes. His breathing became ragged. “But in Serbian.”

His lips crashed against mine once more with ferocity and I couldn’t breathe until he released me abruptly and slid down my body, kissing my chest, my new tattoo and then my scar. The vibrations of the needle started again and I felt it scraping across my skin with beautiful pain. He paused after a few minutes and I glanced down to see him panting heavily, staring at the tattoo before he looked up and met my gaze.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he husked. In the next second, he pushed his cock inside me in one thrust and I cried out in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his head hanging against my chest and his back hunched as he slowly slid out and then pushed back inside to the hilt. His whole body trembled as he tried to control himself and then he shifted his body weight onto one elbow. Keeping himself fully inside me, allowing my pussy walls to clench and throb from being so deliciously full, he leaned back down and carried on with my tattoo.

“Keep fucking still, don’t move,” he commanded through gritted teeth when my body started to arch and thighs clamped around his waist, needing him to move inside me because the intimacy from him tattooing me, the combination of pain and pleasure, it was all too much.

When he’d finally finished, he tossed away the tattoo gun and his lips were back on mine, frantic with need as he rocked against my core. His arms wrapped around my body, holding me protectively to his chest as he thrust with a slow and hypnotic rhythm that soon had me shaking uncontrollably. He picked up the pace, breaking the kiss and pressing our foreheads together as our parted lips caused each of our shared breaths to mingle and our eyes were locked in a battle of affection.

I felt it all. His love, his happiness, his contentment, his protectiveness and his devotion through our bond. He poured every feeling of vulnerability into our connection and a tear escaped one of my eyes and rolled down my temple. He brushed it away with his thumb, never stopping his sensual movements.

“????? ??,” he husked and somehow, I just knew what that meant.

“I love you too,” I replied and his lips found mine once more. His powerful thrusts became more uncontrolled and his muscles tensed, showing how close he was. Suddenly, he changed his angle, rotating his hips and pumping his pierced cock against my G-spot and I was right there with him. My arms locked around his neck, fingers digging into his hair as I lost my grip on reality, allowing myself to fall into an abyss of pleasure.

“Look at me.” His deep voice choked and I opened my eyes just in time to stare into piercing green ones that held me captive and forced me to watch him fall apart. A deep line appeared between his brows as his face tensed, his lips parted, and guttural groans passed through them as I felt his cock throb and pulse inside me, spilling its warmth. His whole body shook with the aftereffects and he collapsed on top of me, his head on my chest as I stared up at the ceiling in shock. I knew, without any doubt, he’d just made love to me. And it was everything.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, trying to get our breathing under control again. At one point, I worried he had actually fallen asleep, still buried deep inside me. Not that I would have minded. But then he spoke.

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