Page 195 of Nemesync
My beautiful toy needed to let go. Desperately.
A smirk appeared on my lips, “Eyes on me, and I’ll let you come.”
She opened them again, her expression so demanding. So euphoric, somine.
“Do you like having my fingers filling that tight pussy? Can you feel them claiming every inch of you, deeper and deeper each time?”
A dark promise invading my tone.
Maybe a menace. Certainly one. Because I owned her, entirely.
A desperate and frenetic nod, then a shake of her head. Silence. Her pupils blown wide, amber, fucking gold melting in those eyes.
I could feel her tightening around my fingers.Fucking delicious.
So I added a third one.
Her amber eyes widened again, burning with need. With arousal. Withdesire.
“Now,”thrust, “come,”thrust,“for,”thrust, “me.”
My voice sounded so husky and needy. And she heard it, she just grabbed my head and kissed me, letting out a muffled cry between our mouths, her sweet body convulsing under my hands, her juice coating my fingers.
I slowed my pace, letting her ride out her orgasm.
“Mark me,” she breathed urgently.
Without warning, I pulled my fingers out, slick with my woman’s arousal, and brought them to her plump lips. “First, suck,” I commanded, my eyes locked onto hers, a devilish flame in their depths.
And like my good own slut, she obeyed, taking them into her mouth, tasting herself, tasting the effect only I could have on her.
Those fucking soft lips enveloped my fingers, her eyes still on mine. Her pupils dilated further, darkness invading that honey color.
“I will mark you,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her one last time before really beginning the tattoo session.
“I can’t believe I let you do that to me here,” she laughed, getting back on her stomach.
She buried her face in her hands from shyness and I felt a rush of affection in my heart.
“I needed you to relax for this,” I murmured, planting a kiss on her shoulder and preparing the tools to begin the work. The needle touched her beautiful soft skin, and she winced.
“Zanae, it’s me, trust me and feel my hands on you.”
She nodded, and I continued.
In my mind, I wanted her to see that tattoo every day and feel how I see her—a force on her own, strong and fierce, the best thing that ever happened to me. My design was complex, but it was perfect for her.
Centered on her beautiful back was a delicate but dying dahlia flower. Encircling it, the crescent moon she already had that Luna gave her. Intertwined with the petals were scars, carefully etched on her skin, And the final touch, my favorite one, inscribed beneath the artwork is a quote from me to her: ‘Zvezda Elidzhi’.
My star and only mine.
What can I say? I love leaving my mark on her forever.
Niko came back to the room, hours later, leaning against a wall, he observed the scene with a smirk.
He looked at the tattoo while I sat next to her. “This is beautiful. I have never seen anything like this.” Then he chuckled when he read the quote and shook his head, “I knew you would leave something like that.”
Seeing my name carved into her skin was a twisted triumph. My obsession devoured it, and I felt an immense satisfaction watching it.
