Ink & Dagger (Sins of Eden #1)

8. Chapter VIII

Chapter VIII

Jaxon

A fter disinfecting the area and pulling everything closer, the buzz of the machine clicked on. I gripped her hips tightly to keep her in place, leaving divots in her flesh with my thumbs just below the hem of her shirt as she trailed the needle gently across my skin to create the outline.

“You okay?” She whispered, pulling the machine away.

“I’m good, Sweet Witch. I quite like the pain. It’s you that I’m concerned for. It’s dangerous to be so close to me,” I told her honestly.

I slipped my palms under the hem of her worn concert shirt to grip her hips tighter and trailed the pads of my thumbs against her soft skin.

I didn’t just like the sting of a needle, I loved it. Call me a masochist, but pain made pleasure so much more delectable.

Pulling the machine away from the column of my neck, she looked up at me beneath her thick black lashes and swallowed down a whimper. “I’m not afraid of you. If you distract me, I might mess up though.”

“Mmm, you should be afraid,” I purred. “Am I distracting you, Sweet Witch?”

“Hardly,” she smirked.

A challenge flickered in her eyes as she put the machine back to my neck with renewed determination.

“Is that so?”

Challenge fucking accepted, Little Witch.

Fuck the tattoo, at this point I didn’t care if she marred my flesh or jammed the fucking needle into an artery. I was going to make her come so fucking hard that her juices would be flowing down her thighs by the end of this.

I ran my fingers beneath the waist of her jeans, careful to hold back the force of my magic as I grazed them along her soft skin. Emily blew out a harsh breath, her chest rising and falling faster as she attempted to concentrate. Raking my short nails lightly over her hips, I brought my hand to the front of her jeans and slowly popped the button.

“What about now?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

“Cool as a cucumber,” she responded breathlessly.

Unzipping them, I roughly shifted her jeans and folded them down on either side at her hips, revealing her black lace thong and the dark tattooed roses that spanned across her pelvis.

Of all the tattoos that I’d seen on her body thus far, those might just have been my favorite. I longed to take inventory of every inch of her skin so that I could properly categorize and rate them, from favorite to down right mouth watering, as I worshiped her body thoroughly.

“How about now, Sweet Witch?” I asked darkly.

“Fine, fine. All fine,” she lied with a staggered breath as she paused.

Using one hand, I dragged my fingers beneath the strap of her thong and growled as my knuckles brushed against the velvet, bare skin of her mound. She squirmed, attempting to pull away from my touch as my fingers grazed her clit, but that wasn’t the game.

I gripped her hip firmly, holding her in place. I dipped my other hand lower, pushing my middle finger between the wet folds of her pussy and dragged my hand up again to rub her clit in harsh circles with her own slick arousal.

The whimper that fell from her full lips made my eyes roll back as I pictured her riding my hard cocks rather than my hand. Just the mere thought of her coming undone for me as I fucked her savagely and spilled my release deep inside her womb was almost enough for me to tear her clothes from her flesh.

Fuckkk, the need to mark her in my scent and fill her up with my cum until she was round with my heir was such a delicious thought.

Dragging my finger down her slit again, I pushed up into her and slowly thrust in and out of her sweet pussy in time with the beating of my heart. The most beautiful moan echoed through the room as she gripped my shoulder tightly, digging her long nails into my flesh. I curled my finger up into her G-Spot and growled as she dug in deeper, drawing blood from her grip on my skin. Fuuuck.

I wanted everything. Fuck, I was going to take everything. Every cry, every moan, every fucking whimper. She was going to come undone for me and I wouldn’t be giving her up.

Fuck my father and his orders. I didn’t just have a place in Hell, I had a motherfucking mansion and there was no redemption for a Demon like me. I’d already come to terms with my obsession for this woman, but now the need to keep her for eternity consumed me.

My brain raced as it tried to come up with all the ways to make that happen, but the only thing I could concentrate on were her breathy moans and the steady rise and fall of her perfect breasts as she worked to stay perfectly still.

“And now?” I rasped.

“Uh huh.”

“Uh huh, what baby? Use your words for me,” I demanded.

“I - I’m so close,” she whimpered.

“That’s my good Little Witch,” I praised, pushing another digit into her tight pussy.

I ground my palm down harder against her clit and sped up my thrusts, fucking her hard and fast with my fingers as I continued to hold my magic at bay.

She quickly pulled the machine away again just as her knees began to buckle and I wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her up as her orgasm crashed into her like a violent wave. She cried out and I couldn’t help but lean into her and kiss her hard, stealing the breath from her lungs and taking it as my own.

It wasn’t enough to hear her unravel for me and feel her soak my fingers. No, I wanted to taste her, feel her, keep her, and possess her. My tongue traced her bottom lip as I parted my own, demanding entry and I growled in victory as she opened for me.

If she thought I was done with her, she was sorely mistaken. Emily Cross was no longer my obsession, she was my salvation. She was the closest thing to Heaven that I would ever experience and I was determined to make this woman mine.

Pulling my hand away slowly, I leaned back, breaking our kiss and stared into her gold flecked eyes as I brought my hand up and licked her sweet cum from my fingers.

The sweet whimper that fell from her lips sent me into overdrive as my desire intensified, but not tonight. I wanted to make her crave me as much as I did her and I was willing to play the long game to make it happen.

She’d be my ruin, but I’d be her damnation.

“When’s the last time you were touched, Sweet Witch?” I asked curiously as she came down from her lust filled high.

Emily’s breath stuttered from her chest at my question and she quickly looked away with a hard swallow. Determination to make her mine coursed through me when she turned around to face me and I saw her blank expression. It was as if she were stacking the bricks back into place to guard her heart and I hated it.

I wasn’t a man, I was a fucking Demon. What I wanted I took and I wanted it all. Of course I wanted my brother back, but now? Now, I was determined to have her too. Consequences be damned.