Page 163 of Desperate People

“Saw what you were doing, Angel. And I wanted it, too. All official like. Wanted it inked in my skin. Your name. Your phoenix. Your fire. It’s where you belong. Where you live now. Right under my skin where you’ve always been.”

“Balor—” she whines my name, her pupils blown as she watches me with hunger. “It’s so big and high. Is that a diamond in the sword?” she asks, looking at my new tattoo with pride and hope—and fuck, so much love.

And it’s all for me.

“Yeah, it is. That’s for you, my Diamond Girl. I want the whole world to know who I belong to.”

A pause.

“D-do you like it?’ she asks and turns slightly to let me see hers.

“You branded yourself with my name. And I returned the favor. Now we match. Like it, Angel? Nah, I don’t like it. I fucking love it. Love you.”

A tear slips down her cheek, and she laughs through it, shaking her head like she can’t believe me.

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

My voice breaks.

“Yeah, well, you better. Because I’m never walking away again.”

She steps into me, pressing her hands to my chest, mouth trembling against mine.

“Good,” she breathes. “Because you’re never allowed to leave.”

“Come here,” I growl, and I close the door, remembering what Billy said about the place being private and secure.

I only hope it’s fucking soundproof.

Lucy’s lips crash into mine, and I growl as I lick into her deep and sure.

Careful with her clothes because I have to be, I undress her just enough so my fingers can slide between her slick folds.

“So wet for me, Wife. So ready, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Balor, please,” she whimpers.

I push my fingers into her sopping wet heat, groaning as her body sucks them inside. Like she can’t get enough of me.

“Wanna fuck you here, Wife. You gonna let me fuck you in here? Gonna let me make you come?”

Lucy nods. Her hands are already on my buckle. She drags down the zipper, reaches inside, and pulls on my cock.

“Need you inside me, Balor. Now, please.”

“I got you, Angel. I fucking got you. Hold on,” I growl, my voice ragged with need.

Her eyes widen, wild and wanting, as I lift her up against the cool wall, my hands gripping the lush curve of her ass like I’ll never let her go.

Her thighs wrap around my waist instinctively, clutching me like she knows exactly how much I need this. Need her.

And then I sink into her.

One brutal, soul-crushing thrust, and I’m inside.

Buried to the hilt in heat and velvet and the only goddamn place I’ve ever truly belonged.

She gasps—a broken, helpless sound—and it undoes me.