Page 148 of Devour

Her ribs expand under my palm with every breath she fights to keep still, and my cock throbs inside her every time the needle makes her clench.

I set the gun down and lean over her body, dragging my tongue across her pierced nipple. She moans and bucks her hips, trying to fuck herself on my cock, but I’ve got her pinned, and she isn’t going anywhere.

“Did I say you could move?” I bite down on her nipple and she cries out, her back coming off the table. I suck the sting out of it while I reach for the gun again. “I’m not done with you.”

“Axl, please—”

“I love when you beg, baby. But this time, you’re going to wait.” I bring the needle back to her ribs and start the next line. Her whole body is shaking, and she’s so wet and tight, it’s painful not to fuck her. I thrust into her again and hold there while I continue with her tattoo.

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip and tears form in the corners of her eyes. I don’t know if it’s the needle or how badly she wants to come, but she’ll get off when I’m done.

I wipe the ink and check my work. There’s one letter left. The scar is almost covered, and if I could take away all the memories and bullshit that happened to her along with it, I would. I would carry it every fucking day for my girl. But I’m thankful that the nightmares are gone. Only time and giving my heathen what she needs will take care of the rest.

I press the needle to her skin for the last letter. She grips the table, and her cunt tightens again. Fuck, she’s perfect. When I’m finished, I wipe the excess ink one more time and set the gun on the table beside us.

Heathen.

My name for her covers every trace of what that dead fuck left on her body. Her ribs are red and swollen around the fresh ink, and it’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever put on her skin.

“It’s done, baby.” I run my thumb along the edge of the tattoo, careful not to press too hard on the fresh lines. She hisses, and I feel her clench around my cock again.

She lifts her head to look down at her ribs. “I love it. Thank you.”

“You can thank me for what comes next, little heathen.” I grip both of her hips and pull her harder onto me. Her head drops back against the table, and her mouth falls open. “You’ve been such a good fucking girl. Now I’m going to show you what it means to be mine.”

I pull back slowly and slam back into her hard enough that the table shifts beneath us. She screams my name, and her hands scramble for something to hold onto.

“That’s it.” I fuck her hard and fast, knowing that Crew is going to arrive any moment and I’m not stopping until I fill this cunt. “Come for me, baby. Give me what I fucking want.”

Her thighs grip my hips, and her whole body goes tight. She comes so hard her back lifts off the table, and I feel every pulse of it squeeze my cock. I don’t slow down. I fuck her through it until her moans turn into sobs.

I bury myself as deep as I can get and come inside her, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. My head drops forward, and I groan through it while her cunt milks every drop out of me.

I stay inside her. Both of us breathing hard. I press my lips to the fresh ink on her ribs, soft enough not to hurt, and her fingers slide into my hair.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Saylor.”

“I love you,” she sighs. She’s still catching her breath when a knock sounds at the door.

“I love you, little heathen.” I pull out of her slowly, and she whimpers at the loss. I grab the towel off the chair beside the table and clean myself up before tucking my dick back into my jeans.

I help her weak body sit up, grab the cotton sundress she was wearing, and slide it over her head. “No panties for you.” I place a quick kiss on her lips. “I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth while you play with your cum-soaked pussy as soon as Crew leaves.”

She grins at me and squeezes her thighs together. “Is that why you fucked me first? Did you need to make sure I know who I belong to when the guys are around?”

“There’s no chance you are going to forget who owns you, little heathen.” I grab her hips and lift her off the table, letting the dress fall down her body. I smack her ass. “Now be a good girl while I get your name tattooed on me.”

She’s shaky on her legs from the way I just fucked her. I kiss her forehead, then head to the door. I swing the door open, and Crew is leaning against the wall, his phone in his hand. He pockets it when he sees me.

“It’s about fucking time.” He pushes off the wall and walks past me into the room. His eyes move to Saylor, who has settled in on the couch with Betty in her lap. “I’m sure it was worth making me wait.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, shoving his shoulder. He’d better not be thinking anything about my girl. I told her I was going to make her suck me off while Crew worked, but we both knew I was kidding about that. I’d never let him watch her. Kase and him get off on that shit, but I don’t show off what’s mine.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he says to Saylor, winking at her. Fuck, he wants me to kill him. “I see Betty has settled in well.”

I grab the blanket from the back of the couch and toss it to her. She’s not wearing a bra, and he doesn’t need to see her hard nipples through the dress. She gets comfortable, adjusting her kitten so she’s on top of the blanket.

“She’s perfect,” Saylor replies, focused on her cat.