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“One,” he smirks deviously, before firmly grabbing my ass and pulling me back to his mouth. He continues to bite and lick my clit as though he is starving man and I am his last meal.
My thighs flex, tightening them around his face as I scream through my release. He continues to lap at me as my hips ride against his face, nearly unable to withstand his continued assault on my clit. Every muscle in my body begins to twitch and my hands lose their grip on the chains, as me makes come against his mouth again.
Sliding me from his shoulders, Renzo removes his boxer briefs. As I struggle to maintain my footing, he grabs my thighs and wraps them around his waist as he slides his full length inside of me.
“Always so wet and tight,” he growls into my ear as he lifts my ass. The movement both sliding me up his length and providing me the opportunity to grab ahold of my restraints, “Hold on.”
Renzo lets go of my ass, and I am impaled on his cock causing us both to moan loudly. Slowly continuing to thrust into my dangling body, Renzo grabs his knife from the bed and uses it to remove my tank top.
The knife still in his hand, he grips my hips and uses them as leverage to violently thrust into me.
“Who owns this sweet fucking cunt,” he sputters between his rapid breathing and thrusts.
“You,” I scream as I come again, “It’s yours.”
Slowing his thrusts until he is barely moving inside of me, he slides the cold metal of the knife between our bodies and along my breast.
“And who do you belong to,” his question possessive yet tender.
“You. I belong to you,” I pant through my still heavy breaths.
Lifting the knife until the tip of the blade is dimpling my skin, about to pierce it, “Are you sure?”
“Always.”
Wrapping his free hand around my waist for support, his hips slowly rock sliding him in and out of me as he presses the knife harder breaking the skin. He pauses for a moment, continuing the gentle thrusts of his cock, before proceeding with the blade. I watch and wince as he intricately carves his initials over my left breast,LB, marking me as his forever.
Blood trickles from the letters, down my chest, as he turns the knife towards himself, the tip piercing the skin of his left pec. He buries his cock inside of me and grits his teeth as he carves into his own flesh before dropping the knife to the ground. When he drops his hand, I can see the marks he left behind,AB.
“I don’t mean to ruin this grand gesture,” my eyes drop to his chest, “but those aren’t my initials.”
“No,” his lips brush along jaw, to my ear, and he whispers, “but they will be…Mrs. Botticelli.”
His lips and teeth gingerly travel down my neck, his hands roaming my body, as he upholds his promise of making me come for every mark he left on me.
