Page 63 of Devour

“Don’t fucking move. I mean it, Saylor.”

The needle touches her skin, and she sucks air through her teeth. Her body tenses, and her wrists twist in the ropes. The first stroke of the A carves into her chest, and I watch the ink settle into her skin. I’ve never been harder in my life.

“Breathe for me, baby.”

“I’m trying.” Her voice is strained, and tears run down her temples into her hair. “It really fucking hurts.”

“Good.” I drag the next line. “I want you to remember this. Every time you look in the mirror. Every time you wear a low neckline showing too much of what’s mine. You’ll remember that you belong to me, Saylor.”

She cries through the X. Her body shakes under my hand, but she doesn’t move. She takes every line and every stroke, and the only sounds in the room are the buzz of the gun and her ragged breathing.

“That’s a good girl. You’re being so good for me.” She whimpers, and I set the gun down. I lean down her body and lick her clit before sucking it, deciding she’s earned a little reward.

“Yes. Please, Axl. God, yes.” She pants as I use my tongue to tease her pussy.

I press a kiss to her swollen clit. “That’s the begging I like to hear. One more letter, and then I’m going to bury my face in your cunt.”

She nods, pulling against the ropes. “Do it. Just fucking do it.”

I pick the gun back up and press the needle to her chest to finish. A cry rips from her throat, and she arches off the bed, but my hand on her stomach keeps her pinned.

“Don’t move.” I hold her down harder. “Last one, baby.”

She’s sobbing, and her wrists are raw from the ropes. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone this badly in my entire life. The tears, the obedience, the way she’s letting me carve my name into her skin.

I drag the last stroke and turn the gun off. The room goes quiet except for her breathing.

AXL

Three letters in black ink, right over her heart. Her skin is red and swollen, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen on her body.

I set the gun on the nightstand and peel the gloves off, tossing them aside. Then I crawl onto the bed and position myself between her spread thighs and bury my face in her pussy.

She moans so loud the others can probably hear her. Her back comes off the bed, and her thighs clamp around my head. I don’t go easy on her. I told her I’d eat this cunt, and I’m a man of my fucking word. I lick her slow and then hard and then slow again, because she doesn’t get to come until I decide she’s earned it.

“Axl, please—” She’s pulling against the ropes so hard the headboard is slamming into the wall. “Please let me come. I need it. Please.”

I pull my mouth off her, and she whines at the loss. “You come when I say you come.”

I shove two fingers inside her and curl them forward. She’s so fucking wet, and her cunt grips my fingers so tight it makes me want to give her what she wants. But she’s going to come on my dick. I need to claim her as much as she needs to be claimed.

“Who owns this pussy, Saylor?”

“You do.” She’s panting, pulling at the ropes, trying to grind down on my hand. “You know you do.”

“Say my fucking name.” I need to hear it. She called out for me in her nightmare, and I need to hear that I’m the only one who’s touching my girl. Nothing in her nightmares can get her here.

“Axl.” It comes out broken. “Axl, please. I can’t—”

“Don’t you dare come.” I add a third finger and press my thumb against her clit. She bucks off the bed, and I pin her hip down with my other hand. “You’re going to take whatever I give you. That’s how this works.”

Her body sags when I remove my fingers. I stand and strip my clothes off as quickly as I can. My cock is throbbing, and all I can think about is being inside her and knowing it’s my cum that’s going to drip out of her all night.

I grab her thighs and drag her down until the ropes pull even tighter on her wrists. Then I run the head of my dick through her soaked opening and push into her with one thrust.

Her mouth opens but nothing comes out. Her back arches, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. I have to stop moving for a second because of how intense it is as her cunt clenches around me.

“Fuck.” I drop my head and breathe through it. She feels too good. She always feels too fucking good. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.”