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The cuts and slices on my front press against the covers, and I whine at the discomfort. Even though they have dried now, the contact still irritates them. At least they won’t bleed on the nice sheets, though.
I can feel them each time I squirm, which only worsens the stinging.
Caelan presses me down and holds me still with a hand around the back of my neck, just as a brief reminder. Then he lets go and trails his clawed nails down my spine to the small of my back.
My breath is catching again, anticipation heightening my senses and making me moan even at the slightest touch. The knife is back, and the tip of it grazes along the soft flesh of my waist, then lower.
“Ready?”
I nod helplessly, and Caelan doesn’t keep me waiting. He braces one hand on my hip to hold me steady while the other presses the knife into me, and I gasp.
It’s deeper now.
I can feel the difference, less surface-level sting, more bite.
It doesn’t hurt too much more, though. In fact, it’s almost easier this way. Caelan is eager and impatient. Each cut is quicker, not as drawn out as the one before. The pain of the knife slicing through my skin is more intense, but it’s over sooner and oddly, I can handle it a lot better than the lingering ache. That, and the knowledge of what he’s doing.
I canfeelthe shape of the lines he’s carving, not in single straight lines, but in shorter, jagged strokes going over each mark several times until it spells out his name, and I’m clutching at the sheets choking on sobbing breaths because of how damn badly I need him. Want him. I’m his, all his. I havehis name carved into me, and it’s such a fucking turn on.
“Caelan!” I moan brokenly.
He only growls my name in response. The moment he’s done, the knife is cast aside, somewhere amongst the covers, to the ground, maybe, I don’t know. I hardly have the mental capacity left to care.
Caelan bites into my side hard enough to make me whimper and arch beneath him. Then his mouth trails hotly over the cuts he’s carved into me. These ones are bleeding more significantly than any of the previous gashes, and Caelan curls his tongue against the wounds to lap up the blood andfuck. Pure arousal rushes through me, heat pulsing in my core.
“Please! Oh, God, Caelan. I need you.”
He squeezes my hip in a reassuring agreement. “Get on your hand and knees,” he commands roughly. I immediately—desperately—scramble to obey, ending up braced on my forearms rather than on my hands, but it’s good enough.
Caelan’s presence vanishes momentarily, and the bed shifts as he removes his jeans. His hiss of relief as his erection is finally freed is clearly audible. There’s the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open. Then after a few moments, his hands are back on me again.
He hooks his fingers beneath my soaked panties. His knuckles graze against my hot, aching entrance, and I moan helplessly. God, Ineedit.
Caelan is every bit as impatient, worked up and turned on. He pulls the lacy fabric down my thighs, and then the head of his cock immediately presses against me. My breath catches on a moan.Yes, fuck yes. Please.
I’m only half aware of my own noises, a sound of pure, blissful relief falling from my lips as he slowly sinks into me. It feels so fucking amazing to be filled up. AndGod, he fills me so good.
“A-ahh, Caelan…”
“Fuck. You’re so goddamn tight for me,” he growls out. His breath is hot against the back of my neck, and it makes my hair stand on end.
I clench around him, so desperate and needy for it, and the way he rocks into me sends heady waves of pleasure searing through my veins. He pins my wrists to the bed while he fucks me from behind, the blood smearing on my back and my own slick trickling down my thighs.
Rough, messy, filthy. Exactly what I needed.
One hand migrates from my wrist to my neck, wrapping around my throat and applying enough pressure to make me gasp. Not choking me, but the thrill of the threat makes me tremble beneath him.
All I can do is groan his name over and over in a breathless litany, rolling my hips back to meet each thrust.
Caelan tightens his grip briefly in warning, then pulls me upright. He switches our positions around so he’s the one at the head of the bed, leaning back against the headboard, and I’m in his lap with my back to his chest, his cock buried even deeper inside me.
I kick my panties off the rest of the way to spread my legs wider for him, leaning back and letting my head fall against his shoulder. The new position gives him access to the front of my body, and Caelan purrs as he trails his fingers over all the cuts and gashes he’s left littered across me.
“So gorgeous. Such a good girl for me.”
I don’t have the coherence to respond with words, but I moan in agreement. Turning my head to nuzzle against his neck, I move my hand to cover his where it’s settled on my hip and tangle our fingers together. Casual gestures of affection as he’s thrusting roughly up into me, his other hand still squeezing around my throat, feels so deliciously, blissfully sinful.
I litter soft kisses against his neck while grinding my hips down to take in as much of him as possible. Distantly, eyes blank and glazed over with pleasure, I grin. There’s no conscious thought behind the action. I’m barely capable of thinking anything right now other thanyesandmoreandplease,but I raise myself on my knees and turn, straddling Caelan so we’re face to face.
