him, and he holds it in his large palm, turning it over and inspecting it the same way he did the blade. He repeats the slicing motion through my hand, and along with the bite of pain comes a bolt of pleasure that has me gasping.
“I’ve never known someone who is so pure of spirit with such a dark and dirty soul. You’re meant for me. I’ve known it my entire life.”
Chase crawls over my body and positions himself between my legs. He rests his bloody palm on my chest, smearing the warm red all over my pale skin. “So fucking beautiful,” he muses as he drags the marks down my body between my legs. His cock thickens once again, until it’s curved up toward his belly button. The head swollen and purple, throbbing with renewed need.
He grabs hold of my wrist. “Touch me,” he rasps, guiding it to his chest.
I run my palm over the intricate tattoos, watching in wonder as I create my own bloody artwork across his tanned skin.
Chase watches on with dark lustful interest.
“Enough,” he says, grabbing my bloody hand with his own, mixing together the different shades of our very essence together. He covers my body with his and takes my lips in a passionate kiss. My nipples graze his chest, and a spark of pleasure ripples through me. He swipes his thumb across my lip and stares at me for a silent moment. “I’m going to ruin you,” he says, and I’m not sure if it’s a warning or a promise.
He reaches between us and positions the head of his cock at the dripping entrance to my pussy. “This is going to hurt,” he warns.
I cup his cheek in my palm. “One can only hope.”
He groans and thrusts inside me with such force that not only do I feel like I’m being torn apart from the inside, but my head smashes against the headboard. “Yes!” I shout, feeling a burst of pleasure behind the pain and needing more of it. “More!”
“I knew it,” he groans, pulling out again, causing a new kind of rippling pleasure within me. “I knew you were the one.”
“More,” is all I can say, arching my hips to meet his.
He pounds into me, and with my free yet bloody hand, I dig my fingers into his ass, guiding him deeper. Pushing him harder. There is pleasure and pain, but they aren’t separate feelings. There’s also a fast building of sensation that I never want to let go of. A realization that sets me free like a wild animal running from its cage.
I was never broken.
I was just his.
My body tightens as he slams into me over and over again. My pussy clenches around him, pulling him back in whenever he pulls out.
“Fuck, come on my cock, Nevie. Come all around me,” he groans, and his muscles and jaw tighten as his movements being to uncoil, becoming wild and erratic.
“Look at me,” he grates between his teeth. “I want to see you come.”
I’m panting like an animal as the feeling builds and builds until one final thrust sends me into a cloud of pleasure that envelopes me like a fog I’m more than happy to be lost in. I scream my release without taking my eyes from his, pulsing around his cock, milking him. “Nevie!” He screams as he grows impossibly hard within me, threatening to rip me to shreds before bursting apart, coating my insides with his hot release that drips out between us, soaking the sheets.
He drops his forehead to mine to catch his breath. His lips seek mine, planting kisses on the corner of my mouth. He darts out his tongue and tastes his dried blood on my face.
“We made a mess,” I say with a small embarrassed laugh.
He releases my other hand, then grabs the knife and unties my feet. He drops next to me on the bed and pulls me against him, resting his hand over the swell of my breast.
“No, we’ve made way more than that,” he replies with a smile that makes me blush all over.
He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls something out of the drawer. A remote. My eyes widen at the large tattoo on his back.
Words that read: Snow White.
“Like the fairy tale?” I ask, glancing from his chest to the painting on the wall.
“No. Like you, princess. Neve means snow. Blanca means white. It’s not for some kid’s story, it’s for you. It’s real.” He runs his finger around