Page 41 of Entangled By You
“You didn’t get it covered?” I say, genuinely shocked.
“I couldn’t erase you completely—erase us.”
That makes no sense, but I can’t dwell on it when her foot slips off the bed, tracing up my leg to the same spot on my groin. Its twin is still there, surrounded by newer pieces of higher quality. But our tattoo is always the one that stands out when I look in the mirror.
“You’re unerasable, Princess.”
INTERLOPER
LEXI
My foot slipsfrom the small matching tattoo I never expected to see again. Mine is the only ink on my body. It hurt like a bitch when I was sixteen, enough to scare me from wanting any more. But Pierce’s torso is covered in intricate designs I could get lost in. Yet, he left that terrible one by my hand alone.
The last piece of my shattered heart gets welded back in place. The damage’s still done, but it beats a little steadier now.
His teasing fingers finally move between my thighs, the ache in my core a violent throb that keeps intensifying.
“Pierce,” I growl.
His ability to draw this out and torture me with the softest touches has my frustration peaking. I want so much more.
“Fuck the foreplay. I need you inside me, now!”
His eyes snap up from my pussy, the pupils blown black at my demand. It’s like I’ve released a demon from the depths of hell. Without saying a word, he grips my thighs, hauls my ass to the edge of the mattress, and slams home.
A moan rips from my chest, echoing off the walls. He’sbigger than I remember. Or maybe my pussy’s more sensitive, because I can feel every veiny ridge of him, and that piercing only enhances the rough way he ruts in and out of me.
He’s a madman. One thing on his mind, and I don’t know if I’ll survive the outcome.
His lips capture my sensitive, tight nipple, sending a zing of pleasure to my toes. I could probably come from his mouth alone. My orgasm builds in my core, the tightness readying to unfold in a matter of seconds if he keeps his ministrations at this pace.
It’s too fast, I want him longer, but we have all the time in the world now. I crossed the line. Gave him the magic words. Removed the mythical barrier between us.
Nothing will stop him now.
“God, I missed the way your pussy squeezes the life out of me, Lex. I’m not going to last, but I promise to take my time with you later.”
“I don’t care, just make me come,” I beg. It’s been too damn long.
“Whatever you say, Princess.”
It’s no longer a cursed nickname said with hurt wrapped in despise to hide his true feelings. It’s a prayer whispered in my ear, full of assurances.
His deft fingers squeeze between our bodies, finding my clit like he has an internalized lock-on system. His hips slow, dragging out the euphoria that I’ve only ever managed to find with him.
“I’m—fuuuck, Pierce, I’m coming.”
My nails rake down his back, and the added sensation throws him over the edge.Noted.
He jerks, stuttering his pace, before slamming into me deeper than he had while he was going full force. His cocktwitches inside me, pulsing his release, and the hoarse groan of pleasure that rumbles in his chest immediately makes me ready for round two.
He’s fucked me into a stupor. I’d be happy to stay right here and fall asleep; my eyes are already heading in that direction, until a sharp movement takes me by surprise.
Pierce rears back, pulling out of me, and I wince at the shift in fullness. But the bump comes again, and my eyes grow wide.
“Was that?” he asks, and I hope the tone in his voice is wonder and not disgust.
His eyes don’t move from my stomach, likely waiting to see if they move like an alien again. Awkwardly, I roll to sit up, struggling with my center of gravity thrown off.
