Page 203 of Carnal Games

Kian laces his fingers through mine, forcing me to look at him. Clutching his hand, I whisper, “Kiss me.”

His lips press against mine, tongue thrusting in and kissing me deep and slow, without caring if Callie watches. It works like magic, making me forget about the world around us.

When we break apart, Callie says, “Take a deep breath.”

The first contact of the needle elicits a painful hiss from me before twisting into a stinging sensation as she progresses. I breathe through it, ignoring the loud noise.

Kian’s face fills my sight, my gaze dropping to his dimples as he rasps, “You’re doing so good, rainbow. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“The pain isn’t as bad as I imagined.”

He visibly relaxes. “Good.”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

The corner of his mouth tugs up. “I’m going to kiss it daily.”

“Daily?” I purr, on board with the idea. “Won’t you get tired?”

“Of tasting you? Never.” Smirking, his mouth trails to my ear and he whispers, “In fact, you’re going to beg me.”

“I will?”

“Yeah, because I won’t come up until I’ve fucked your cunt with my tongue after I kiss my brand on your skin.”

I flush a shade of scarlet.

Less than half an hour later, Callie lifts her head, and announces, “All done.”

“Wow! That was fast,” I utter. “Can I see?”

“Of course. May I say, it’s beautiful.”

Kian reaches back and raises the bench until I’m sitting upright. Callie swipes over the tattoo with a wet tissue before allowing me the first glance.

I gasp out loud, becoming speechless.

My pulse going haywire, I stare at Kian’s initials carved into my skin in capital letters with a little infinity symbol drawnat the bottom. The letters K and S are intertwined together in a cursive flourish.

Simple yet elegant.

“This…” I stammer, overwhelmed with emotions. “I love it.”

“Really?” Kian asks thickly.

Tears stinging my eyes, I glance at him. “I am yours.”

He has no idea of the significance of having his brand etched on me. He didn’t carve it on my skin, but on my soul. It’s as much for him as it is for me.

My scary reaper has claimed me.

“You are,” Kian rasps.

Our connection breaks when Callie says, “I’ll just dress it. Since it’s small, it should heal quickly. I’ll give you the instructions for aftercare.”

“Thanks.”

Flicking her attention to Kian, she announces, “Your turn. I’ll be back in a sec.”

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