Page 62 of Heal Me

I press my hand to hers when she turns the paper and once again holds her hand to my chest.

Ever since I lost my family and my home, I’ve been lost. I’ve been to so many places. Grand mansions, dingy bars. Every place was just a new hell. But then you found me. This place has been hell too, but most of all, it has set me free. You have set me free. I don’t want to search anymore. I want to stay here with you.

Grabbing the notepad, I fling it aside, grab her head between my hands, and crush my lips to hers. “You’re mine,” I breathe between kisses. “The most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Her hands wrap around my neck, holding on as she succumbs to my possessive kisses.

“I’m going to brand you, so you’ll never forget. So everyone can see who you belong to.”

She arches into me at those words.

“I’ll put a collar on you with my name. I’ll chain you up, so you won’t escape—even though I know you won’t try. I’ll do it just because I can.”

A long breath—a soundless moan—escapes her, and her fingers dig into my skin as she leans deeper into my kiss.

“You want that?” I grip the back of her neck hard, leaning away to watch her reaction.

Her eyes are wide and glazed with desire as she nods.

“You want me to brand my name into your skin?”

She nods again.

“Give you new marks to erase the old ones—to stake my claim?”

Her nod grows more eager, and I can’t help myself. I pull my switchblade from my pocket and pop it open.

“You want to bleed for me?”

Her eyes become pleading as I hold the knife to a scar on her chest. But it’s not a plea for me to stop. It’s an urgent plea for me to stake my claim.

So I do just that.

I press the knife into her skin and drag it across the scar. I growl as blood pebbles around the blade, smearing her milky white skin in crimson. The sight has my cock growing painfully hard, straining against my pants.

“Take out my cock,” I demand, and she fumbles eagerly with the button and the zipper to get it out. “It’s about time I claim your pussy,” I rasp as she takes my length into her hands and licks her lips.

Slipping her other hand down her stomach, between her legs, she pushes her panties aside and watches me expectantly. Her eyes flicker down to the knife and to my cock, and her hips strain upward, begging for more.

I give it to her. Both the knife and my cock. As I position my hips above hers, letting her guide my hard length to her opening, I press the knife to a new scar. Her eyes roll back as I cut her, her lips parting to let out a hard, pleasured breath.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say, cutting again, sinking into her soaking wet pussy. “Shit, you’re wet.” It’s been years since I took a girl in this hole, and I groan at the slick sensation—the warm, wet heat engulfing me. Her walls clench tight, inviting me in.

“You’re mine,” I growl. “Mine to hurt, mine to own, mine to protect.”

I fling my knife aside and grab her waist. Squeezing her fragile body, I slam into her, demanding her eyes stay on me with the sheer force of my furious expression. “Mine,” I growl as I pound into her with punishing thrusts.

Her brow draws tight in a pained expression even as her breaths come in heavy, pleasured pants, her hips bucking into me, seeking more. Seeing the combination of her pleasure and pain damn near drives me insane.

“Touch yourself,” I demand, wanting—needing—to take her with me over the edge. I don’t know if I can hold that long, but I damn well intend to try.

My balls draw up tight, and the way her mouth moves in cute little ohs and ahs as she slips a finger over her clit nearly pushes me over. Her breathing immediately speeds up, and I smile as I sense her closing in so quickly.

“That’s it. Come for me. Show me who you belong to.”

You,she mouths, and seeing that word on her lips becomes my undoing. I growl—a sound more beast than man—as I spurt my cum inside her. She follows right along, coming apart beneath me with shuddery jerks and gasps, her free hand clawing at my skin as her eyes roll back.

I stay on top of her for a moment as she comes down, enjoying the sight of her, sated and satisfied. Then I roll onto my side and gather her in my arms. I hold her there for a long while, enjoying the peace that envelops us—the quietness that descends over my mind.

---