Concentrating, I unbutton his dress shirt, so it hangs open, showing me his muscular body and markings. The wine from dinner is working in his favor, giving me more courage to take control and show him what I really want.
“Why the blood on your stomach, my love?”
“You don’t want to know about that, especially now. You’ll think I’m fucked up.”
“Are they the marks for each hit?” I groan as he continues his onslaught of pleasure to my body.
Nikoli nods and it makes me even wetter to learn he’s that much more powerful, to know that my man has killed people. It makes me feel safe, like he’ll protect and cherish me, never letting anyone harm me ever again. I’m the fucked up one, getting turned on by tallies marking death, by being drawn to his tainted side.
I pull his fingers free, briefly sticking them in my mouth one by one to suck them clean, causing him to moan in bliss and then I squat down to kiss and suck where each little droplet of blood is tattooed across his abdomen.
I don’t know if it’s the area or the significance of me loving everything about him, but his cock fully stiffens. Grasping his thick length, I pump it up and down, then around in circles. I wish my mouth was completely better so I could suck it. Not one to be deterred, I lick up and down all over his cock and then around over the tip.
He copies me, sucking the fingers that he had inside me, he loves the pleasure as he flexes his thighs tightly with each pass of my tongue over his tip.
“Enough, pixie, I need to have you,” he grumbles impatiently.
“You have me already.”