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Hell, these last few days when he distanced himself from me clearly show his respect to my mindset. Instead of feeling suffocated I’ve felt lonely in my freedom. It puts a spotlight on the intense feeling I experienced during my time with Falcon.

This is what I want, what I crave, and what I need. Showing him, and myself by inking this visual reminder of what he represents for me is a mutual agreement between us. He slowly guides me to the chair and I sit down to watch Falcon get ready to ink the falcon on my chest.

The humming sound flows through the room while gooseflesh erupts all over my skin. There’s a smile on my face as I close my eyes and feel his touch as he rubs ointment onto my skin as he starts to ink me.

My whole body is charging with energy as the minutes pass. I open my eyes to watch Falcon work. The scars on his face pull together as the muscles in his jaw jump. He’s fully focused on his work and I’m pretty sure my panties are drenched by just looking at him.

The feathers inked on his face are a link to his name and the bird now branded on my sternum. It feels good to have this tattoo on my body, and having it done by the man himself adds more value to its meaning.

One final wipe and Falcon turns off the wireless tattoo gun. He places it on the small table beside the chair where the little ink cup is. He wipes my skin clean, and I glance down to watch his tattooed hand work.

“I love it,” I murmur, making our eyes collide.

A smile tugs at his lips and he hovers his fingertips above my new ink. He suddenly grabs the waist of my jeans and opens the button. The way he devoured me a few days ago, once with his mouth and twice with his cock, is a delicious reminder and all I need for my fingers to work fast.

I’m kicking off my shoes, and then my panties and jeans while Falcon also gets naked. I’m reaching for my bra when Falcon shoves my legs apart so he can straddle the chair. Glancing down, he aligns himself with my body.

My legs are thrown over his to spread me wide open. Fisting his cock, he lets himself slide through the drenched lips of my pussy. He slowly enters me as he reaches forward to grab the tattoo gun. The buzzing sound is in the air again as he dips it in ink.

Watching me closely he points at me with his other hand and then clenches his fingers into a fist to slam his own chest. The move is primal, and I can feel it in my bones. “Are you mine?” That’s what he’s asking me.

I brush my fingers over my name the rough man has inked above his dick and let him know, “I’m yours the way you are mine, Falcon.”

His hips thrust forward, filling me completely, then as he stays rooted, he starts to tattoo on my chest once more.

CHAPTER TEN

– FALCON –

The heat surrounding my cock feels damn right. I let the needle sink into her skin and her pussy clenches around me. My breath hitches and it takes everything inside me to stay focused. I was planning on clearing the air between us tonight. Instead of avoiding her I was going to take over guard duty and not stay at a distance this time.

One look in her eyes made all the difference. I’ve been keeping an eye on her from within the shadows. She never saw me these past couple of days, but I watched. At night when she slept, I was either sitting in the chair by the bed or standing guard in front of the door.

The only time I truly left her in the care of others was today when I noticed the fucker waiting for my woman. I had no other choice but to take care of the threat and make sure she was safe by letting Macsen stay with her.

Glancing down at the letters I inked above the falcon, makes me fucking whole. It’s a sense of completion while I’ve always felt like shattered parts hanging on for dear life. No more. I kill the tattoo gun and place it down to grab the stuff I need to wipe my woman’s chest. Once cleaned, I take the ointment and rub it onto her skin.

My huge, tattooed hand covers one of her sweet tits. I let the other slide to her neck and keep her in place while I start to move my hips. Slowly I slide out, leaving the tip in and then slam back inside to fill her completely.

Lust and desire are flaming hot through my veins. No woman has ever sparked such feelings or a reaction inside me. Kenz is my first and my last in everything life has to offer. A unique and flawless treasure compared to me, an utterly scarred and stigmatized biker who’d rather live in the darkness than face the sun.

I glance down at her tits rocking in waves due to my thrusts. The falcon inked on her skin: the head surrounded by a halo representing the sun as he spreads his wings as if to say he’s conquering the world.

Fuck. It’s a powerful feeling seeping into my bones. My woman carries my ink. The falcon in the middle of her chest, the words “property of” are right above it in my own handwriting. She’s mine. Now. Forever. Till fucking death do us part because I’m not letting her go.

I fuck her harder, feeling her pussy clench around me. The wet sounds, skin slapping skin, her moans, everything is a buildup for pleasure overload. I let go of her tit and slide my hand down to rub her clit. It feels fucking delicious to have her pussy clamp down in waves around my cock as she explodes.

Not able to hold back, I let myself go and follow her into bliss. My cock pulses as I glance down at her chest. I branded her with my ink on her skin, my cum inside her belly, my presence in her brain, linking us in a special way that carries meaning only we understand.

Leaning over her, I place my forehead against hers and stare into her eyes.

“You’re amazing,” she murmurs and brushes her mouth against mine.

In this moment I want to give her those very words in return.

Though, she hits me straight in the chest when she gives me a radiant smile. “I know, I know, you think I’m awesome too. Which I am, a total catch. Yours and no one else’s.”

Pain is nothing and completely worth it when I make the scratchy sounding, “Yes.”

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