Page 149 of Roses Are Dead
“Yeah, that’s what you heard.” I looked at the mirror on the ceiling because it reflected her tits nicely.
“Lock the door.” Her hand ran through my hair, tugging on a braid as she finished ordering me around.
I did as asked and returned to her. “How do you feel?”
Her smile was blissful. “I love getting tattooed. It feels so good.”
I glanced at her skin. There wasn’t much of it left that was pristine. “I see that.” With one fingertip, I lightly traced a line of burns that flowed up the slope of her breast and forked into fractals that framed the tawny peak of her tit. The other side matched, but like all things in nature, they weren’t completely symmetrical. The pattern on each was different despite the illusion of balance. I knew each line, each fork, every sensitive root. My tongue traced each one as soon as it healed. Now, I traced the pattern again, not stopping where the tattoo ended, but sucking on her nipple with care and determination. She was mine, and I intended on celebrating that. Every chance I got.
Her fingers dug into my scalp. “Please?”
“Lift up.” I stuck a pillow and a sterile sheet under her back, using care not to jostle the fresh bandage on her spine much. “Okay. Let’s take this slow.”
She laughed. “You, slow?”
“Woman,” I warned.
Rose wrapped her legs around mine, drawing me closer. “I want you.”
For as long as I lived, I’d never get tired of hearing that. I quickly shucked my jeans and slipped a condom on. Rose led me home and that first rush of heat surrounding my dick sent a shockwave of bliss straight up my back. It sunk into my skin and dropped right back down into my balls making me harder.
She moaned as I pushed deeper. I checked her face to make sure I wasn’t hurting her.
Her eyes were open and staring at the ceiling. I glanced up to check the mirror. From my angle, I could see her body splayed on the table, but if I leaned back a little, I could view the place where we connected. I pulled out, almost to the tip and sunk back in while watching my dick slide into her.
Too soon, I forgot to look because it felt too damn good, and I quickened the pace.
Every few strokes I checked her face and where her eyes tracked in the reflection above us.
On a whim, I pulled out and powered up the blacklight so I could see the flash of ink that was invisible normally. Then I worked into her again and again, checking the mirror and reveling in the sheer perfection of each line on her skin.
Rose clutched at me, and her fingers dug deep into my shoulders. “Bear, I’m…”
Yeah, I was there, too. The experience was like fine whiskey and the smoothest open highway in the world. I couldn’t stop touching her, watching the shift of lightning across her skin, and digging deep with each thrust. “Mine, Rose. You are mine.”
“Yours!” She was desperate, arching into me hard, grinding her clit against me and letting the whole shop know we were more than halfway to heaven. And it was hell because I didn’t want it to end. But the tingling at the base of my nuts wouldn’t wait much longer. I pounded into her, trying to make the little forks of ink under her tits flash with each beat.
My hands looked dark orange against the backdrop of her ink. The electrified blues of the UV ink and shadowy rose-colored lines on her skin were obscured like a cloud covered the sky. My ink shrank into deep shadows of black, almost as dark as night. I gripped her waist and sank deep. A cry wrenched from her like a storm breaking wide open.
I waited for my own tsunami of lust to break free. But we were trapped in that liminal space between thinking and reality. Where nightmares slipped their bonds and spirits roamed like wild beasts.
And I was one of those creatures. Wild, dangerous, but one with the chaotic beating of my heart, and hers. She hadn’t tamed me, but rather set me loose to run wild with the night horde. I had power at my fingertips and felt her magic under my hands, more wild, even more powerful, and deeply infinite like some ancient goddess made flesh. I loved this sorceress, and in return for that worship, was blessed with the noblest of mates a man could ever find.
My release pulsed out of me with a roar. I let the fury loose with a deep yearning to claim, conquer, and most of all, run wild. As long as this woman never let go.
Rose’s grin lit like the flare of a bonfire but didn’t fade. “Love you,” she gasped.
“Oh, woman…” I couldn’t speak. She’d driven thought away. I was possessed by her, owned.
“I like it when you say it that way.”
I bet she did. “Witch.”
A hum emanated from her that I felt in my balls.
“That, too,” she purred.
If she could love me with all my gruffness, I could… conquer whole planets. Or maybe just one backwater town on the brink of gentrification. Someone needed to scare the townsfolk.
