The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

31. Chapter 31

thirty-one

Quinn

I wasn't exactly sure what I remembered. Was it real? Or could it have been a dream? The memory felt so real, almost like I had lived it once before. I wanted to see the man behind those words, but the man I saw was faceless. My head throbbed with excruciating pain, and the last thing I remembered was Alexander pleading before everything went black.

The doctor stepped out to speak with Alexander. I wasn't sure what he told him since they were speaking in Greek, but whatever he said caused Alexander to tense up.Alexander had brought me once again to his room and into his bed.

I yawned, feeling tired from today's events. The door opened, revealing Alexander as he came in with a steaming hot cup.

I gave him a soft smile. "I brought you tea," he said, placing the cup of tea on the nightstand. He put his hand over my forehead and then on my cheek. "You no longer feel hot," he acknowledged, giving me a soft smile. The doctor said I was no longer suffering from a fever, but he did prescribe me some pain medication and rest.

Which was why I was still lying on Alexander's bed. I texted my parents that I'd be staying over with Sophie, and even though they weren't happy, they accepted it. I yawned again, trying to cover it up but failing miserably. Alexander leaned forward to place a kiss on my forehead.

"Goodnight, Princess," Alexander whispered against my forehead.

"Goodnight," I replied. He stood up from the bed, pulling the covers over my body before he turned around and headed for the door.

Leaving me alone in his room.

I was pretty sure this was a dream, and someone would shake me awake at any moment. I felt the bed dip, and someone's fingers caressed my cheek and made their way down my arm. I opened my eyes slowly, peering into green ones.

"Alexander," I mumbled. He didn't answer but continued to make his way down my body, his fingers igniting a fire inside me. I rubbed my eyes, shaking my sleepiness, when suddenly I registered who was actually here with me.

"Deimos," I muttered more to myself. How was he here?

Oh my God, Alexander.

My eyes ran down his body, closely focusing on his body and hands. I didn't see any blood on him. He wouldn't hurt him. Would he?

I sat up, brushing my hair off my face. My hands cupped his face, and I felt the soft material of the mask against my fingers.

He was here.

With me.

Deimos didn't leave me. He came back, and now he was standing in front of me, looking at me like I was his whole world. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and a sob escaped my lips. Deimos didn't hesitate to wrap his hands around me. It shouldn't have made me feel safe, or peaceful, or fucking right, but it did. God, he felt so right. Deimos shoved me into his chest, and I took advantage of the situation.

Tilting my head up, looking into those beautiful green eyes that now seemed to be swallowed by the blackness of his pupils. "I need you," I pleaded. His fingers fisted my hair, pulling, causing my head to tilt further up, exposing my neck even more.

"Please," I moaned, raising my body so that our chests touched.I wanted to feel his body on top of mine. I wanted to feel his face beneath my fingertips. "I want to feel you," I confessed, looking into his darkened eyes. "All of you," I added, hoping he could see the desire through my eyes.

Deimos stood up and headed for Alexander's closest. Two minutes later, he returned with a satin royal blue tie. I bit my lower lip, anxious about what was to come, when suddenly my eyes connected with the door, wanting to ensure it was locked. I breathed a sigh of relief when my eyes connected with the vertical locked tab, indicating that the door was indeed locked.

He kneeled in front of me, his eyes showing desire, lust, and possession. He brought the tie over my eyes and tied it as I welcomed the darkness. I could feel him tie the knot, ensuring the tie was wrapped nicely over my eyes. He leaned forward, his hot breath by my ear, and that's when I felt his stubble brush against my cheek.

He took it off.

He took his mask off.

I took a deep breath in, inhaling his scent. I wanted to enjoy the feeling that his stubble brought to me.It was rough, but I liked it. I smirked mischievously when images of what his stubble would feel like down there filtered through my mind.Deimos directed my hands to his face by placing them on either side of him. I pressed both my hands against his cheeks–feeling the stubble. My hands made their way up, taking in every inch of his face. I traced his brows, his forehead, his nose, and finally his lips.

I leaned my forehead against his own, feeling the warmth of his forehead pressed onto mine. Our noses were touching, and my thumb brushed against his lips before crushing my lips against his. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me up so that I was straddling him. The kiss was gentle and sweet, almost like we were making up for lost time.

His tongue brushed my lips, seeking permission. I kissed him deeper, wanting to feel his tongue inside me. His hand grabbed the back of my head, holding me in place. He leaned down, falling back against the mattress, and I followed him. His fingers trailed up my spine, andI moaned softly as his lips connected with my neck.

Deimos dragged the T-shirt Alexander had loaned me and removed the shirt—leaving me in just my bra and panties.

Deimos rolled us over so that my back connected with the mattress. He continued to kiss my neck, causing me to moan and whimper at the feeling. He nipped, licked, and sucked, leaving his mark of a forever together. His lips trailed down my chest, he slid the strap of my bra down my shoulder bringing the cup down enough to cause my breast to slip out. I gasped feeling his wet kisses on my nipple, the chilly air caused them to harden and perk out even more.

My hands roamed his back and underneath his shirt, dragging my nails along, leaving scratch marks. I dragged his shirt up, wanting him to remove it. He stopped just for a second to remove his shirt before taking my nipple once again into his lips.

His other hand slid up to dive under my bra, cupping my breast and rolling my nipple. Beams of pleasure coursed through my body, causing butterflies to swarm my belly. My head rolled back as he continued to suck on my nipple. My fingers fisted his hair, holding his head in place.

"I— I want to feel butterflies," I rasped out.

He kneeled on the mattress and brought me with him so that I was straddling him again. I could feel his steel rod hit the spot I needed him most. Feeling the gush of wetness seep through my panties. I was soaking wet for him.

"Go on, Angelos." He growled just before his tongue licked his way up my throat. I arched my back and tilted my head back as the sensations built inside me.His hands grasped my hips, moving me in a back-and-forth motion.

"Move your hips against my hard cock," he demanded. Taking that as my cue, I rested my hands on top of his shoulders for leverage and moved my hips back and forth against his hard cock, just like he was doing a few seconds ago. The only thing preventing us from skin-to-skin contact was my wet panties and his pants that now sported a damp patch. I continued to grind against him, feeling my cheeks getting redder and hotter—I hesitated for a moment. Holy shit, what was I doing?

"Don't think, Angelos. Use me," he urged, and I picked up my pace. I was so close.

I gasped.

Trying my hardest to catch my breath."Deimos," I moaned, brushing our lips against each other's as I rubbed myself onto his trousers. Digging my nails into his shoulders, leaving crescents behind. I moved my hips back and forth and swirled them hitting my clit just right, causing butterflies to flutter throughout my stomach.

"I wa–I want you to make me come," I mumbled breathlessly against his lips.He sank his teeth into my bottom lip and pulled it, then licked my throat. And within seconds, he had me on my back, throwing my legs over his shoulders. Deimos ripped my panties, and air hit my clit, causing me to shudder. His mouth hovered over my pussy feeling his hot breath before he took a long lick through my folds. I groaned in pleasure.

His hand found my neck, and he squeezed. I grabbed his wrist and held it there.

Deimos ate me like I was his last meal.

Like a starved beast.

"You're so fucking beautiful. Taste so fucking sweet," he mumbled against me. My back arched, my free hand grabbed a handful of hair, and the need to pee intensified. My whole body tensed when he nipped my clit before his thumb aggressively rubbed circles.

"Come for me, Angelos," he urged. He didn't have to tell me twice—I lost myself. My release was intense and harsh.

"Oh God. Oh God. Please, God," I panted.

"God isn't the one on his knees for you. The Devil is," he growled.

The gush of wetness that squirted all over his mouth had me screaming his name. My legs shook, and when I floated back to earth, he squeezed my breast and allowed me to taste myself. I sucked on his fingers and his lips wanting more of my taste.

He pulled back and settled beside me. My leg rested on his stomach while my head was hidden in his chest.

The tie was still over my eyes.

I need to know who he was.

"Remember me. You said that. Why?" I mumbled against his chest.

"You hurt me with your words, butterfly," he rasped out.

"Why, Deimos," I asked him, my voice harsher than I intended.

"You're her," he confessed.

"What?" I wanted him to repeat what he just said. My heart rate increased, and I could hear the thump sound .

"The woman I love. It's you, Princess." I gasped, sitting up and removing the tie.

Deimos was…