Ink & Dagger (Sins of Eden #1)

35. Chapter XXXV

Chapter XXXV

Emily

H is breathing became heavier and his thrusts became more erratic with each vicious thrust. I turned to look over my shoulder and watched in rapture as he fisted his top cock, roughly running his hand up and down the pierced shaft.

He abruptly removed his thumb from my ass and I let out a gasp at the loss of sensation. Before I could take my next breath or beg him to put his thumb back, he quickly inserted the tip of his dick past the tight ring of muscles.

He stroked himself at the base of his cock, groaning through his own climax. I whimpered and mewled as the rumbling sound of his voice and the erotic sensation of having both holes filled with his seed set off my own orgasm.

He pulled away to smear his cum up and down as it dripped out of my ass, inserting a finger and massaging my hole, before gripping his upper cock once again. He lined it back up with my ass and slowly pushed himself in.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The studs of each piercing burned as he buried his cock in my ass and I clawed at the bed as I frantically breathed in and out.

Jaxon seated himself, both cocks deep within my holes as he held both me and himself still, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of him.

“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking tight. Your wet pussy and hot little ass are gripping me so nicely,” he groaned before moving again, slower this time.

Pulling back slightly and easing back in, he grunted and rained down praises with each thrust. Our combined release made it easier for him to slide in and out as he picked up pace.

He nipped at the skin at the back of my neck and nibbled his way to my ear before catching my earlobe between his teeth, causing my eyes to roll back as I moaned.

“You’re so greedy for my cocks, aren’t you, my Sweet Witch? Do you enjoy being filled by me? You want me to fuck your tight little holes?” He asked, pounding into me harder.

My Demon’s mouth was almost as sinful as him.

My body tingled and my skin heated as I panted in response. I could feel his magic coursing through me.

“That’s it, baby. I’m going to fill you up and breed you. You’re mine, ” he growled.

“Yes, Jax. I’m yours,” I cried out, the muscles in both my pussy and my ass contracting tightly around him at his words.

He stilled and grabbed my shoulders, lifting me from the bed and held me against his hard chest, as he remained buried deep inside of me.

“Say - that - again,” he growled slowly in my ear.

“I’m yours,” I whimpered.

Another rough thrust as he held my back to his chest.

“Again. Say it again, louder,” he demanded.

“I’m yours. I’m fucking yours,” I cried out, digging my nails into his arm as I gripped him tighter, trying to keep myself upright.

I was. I was never anything but his, but here in this moment I wanted him to know it. Hell, I wanted the whole fucking world to know it.

“Mine,” he grit out again before biting down hard on the muscle between my neck and shoulder as he rutted into me from behind.

“Ahhh,” I screamed out, trying to catch my breath from the orgasm that he’d forced from me.

Fuck. I’d never come this much in my life, but every little thing Jax did, from pain to pleasure, made my entire body explode for him.

“Oh, baby. I love seeing my mark on your skin,” he said breathlessly, pausing his thrusts as he leaned back to look at his handiwork.

“Mark me, Jaxon. Make it permanent,” I begged, my chest heaving as I spoke.

He dragged his claws up my spine gently, trailing his fingers up my back before wrapping them around my neck and squeezing my throat. My mouth went dry and my eyes grew heavy as he pushed into me again.

“You want me to mark you, Sweet Witch?” He asked darkly.

I let out a strangled moan as I nodded my head furiously. He stilled and slowly reached out, picking up my cordless machine and rolled the tray of individual inks closer.

“You’re mine, baby. Always mine.”

The soft buzz of the machine clicked on before he brought it up to the bite mark he’d left in my skin.

I would wear his claim proudly, showing everyone that I was his for all eternity. I belonged to Hell and the Demon who ruled my heart.

How he managed to stay inside me, slowly rocking back and forth as he held the machine steady at my neck, I couldn’t imagine, but every pulse and twitch of his cocks inside me paired with the delicious sting of the needle in my skin had me clawing at the leather of my tattoo bed.

My body shook and I panted with each stroke of the needle against my skin. I felt my next orgasm just out of reach as my stomach tightened and my walls clenched around him, but it seemed so far away. I needed him to use me. To fuck me ruthlessly and break me apart. Every second that he spent gently shifting inside of me, edging me, with his tail that continued to rub my swollen clit, was maddening.

“Please? Please, fuck me? I need you,” I begged.

“Oh, baby. You beg so fucking sweetly. I’m almost done, just one more spot,” he rasped. “Hell’s Fire, Little Witch. That looks so good on you. I love seeing my mark on your skin, my sweet Maritus .”

He set down the machine and placed a kiss to my neck beside the tattoo he’d just given me and sighed. Jaxon gently pushed me back down onto the table, holding his palm between my shoulder blades and leaned forward.

“Reach out and hold on to the edge again, baby,” he instructed. “I can’t hold back any longer.”

Removing the pressure from my back, he wrapped his fingers around my wide hips, lifted my ass higher for him, and slammed into me, punishing both holes as he fucked me into oblivion.

I was breathless and so fucking full. Each time he retreated and pushed back in, set off waves of pleasure that coursed up my spine and down to my toes. All I could do was dig my nails into the edge of the bed to brace myself from his violent thrusts. Not only had I never been filled in both holes at the same time, but I’d never once been fucked the way that Jaxon fucked me now. Like he was desperate for me and needed my next orgasm to survive. It made me feel like a Goddess.

“My Sweet Witch. My Maritus . My Queen,” he said, punctuating every claim with a hard thrust before slapping my ass.

“Jaxon, yes. Don’t stop!” I screamed, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes as the most intense orgasm of my life made my body shake.

With a roar he spilled his warm seed inside both of my holes and held himself still while he remained buried deep inside me, his cocks pulsing and twitching as he came.

My entire body felt weightless as he slowly pulled out. If it weren’t for the tight grip I had on the bed that I was spread out across, I was sure my legs would have given out on me.

He shifted my sweat soaked hair off of my face as he placed a featherlight kiss on my shoulder.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now, baby. With my mark claiming you, the blood of your enemy coating your skin, and my cum dripping down your thighs. Fuck, I couldn’t paint a more splendid portrait,” he whispered reverently, worshiping me as if I were his deity.

I would let him mark every inch of bare skin I had left for all I cared, no matter how hard I’d tried to resist it in the beginning, I was his in every fucking way.

I laid there, sated and boneless, trying to regain my ability to move as I thought over the events that lead us to this moment. No matter what happened from here on out, I knew that I wasn’t letting him go, and I’d follow him to Hell if that’s what it took to keep him.