Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I wrap my arms around her and hold her body tight as I keep thrusting in and out, a little slower, but just as deep.
It feels different now. The mark on my neck… The mark on hers… We’re truly one now. And we can never be broken apart
“Did it hurt?” I whisper in her ear. She rolls her hips as I thrust in deep, keeping a firm steady rhythm.
“You could never hurt me,” she whispers as she drags her nails up my back, giving me shivers.
We spend the rest of the night like this… kissing and touching and thrusting and cumming.
The sun comes up by the time I finally pull out of her perfect pink pussy. We fall asleep in each other’s arms, completely and utterly satisfied.
Completely and utterly in love.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Victoria
“Stop squirming,” I say as I grab Adrian’s arm and pin it to my chair.
“I’m not squirming,” he says with a heavy breath. “I’m deathly still.”
“You’re squirming,” I say, giving him a mock frown. “Are you afraid of needles or something?”
“No,” he says, but he takes a little too long to answer.
“Are you?”
He rolls his eyes. “Just start the tattoo already.”
I chuckle as I press my tattoo machine to the outline on his forearm. He flinches when the needles hit.
“Are you okay?” I ask, looking up at him.
He nods, but his jaw is all tight and there’s a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. “I want this. Just keep going.”
It’s hilarious to me that this big strong bear shifter who is a tattoo artist no-less and is covered in tattoos, is afraid of needles. It’s kind of cute and it reminds me that this gorgeous man I’ve built up into a god in my mind over the years is only human after all.
We’re putting matching tattoos on each other. How adorable is that?
He did mine first—two paw prints on the back of my hand. One polar bear paw beside a grizzly bear paw.
We already marked each other’s necks a few days ago, but we both wanted something we could look at without a mirror.
His fingers twitch as I trace the claws of the polar bear paw. “Do you want me to hold your hand?” I ask, barely containing my smirk.
He glares down at me. “I will put you over my knee, Vic.”
“Not while I’m holding a tattoo needle, you won’t.”
He lets out a rough breath through his nose, but the corner of his mouth twitches up. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Oh, I am,” I say with a mischievous grin. “Seeing the mighty Adrian Cross sweating under my touch? It’s a gift.”
He huffs, and I glance up just in time to see him staring at me with that look—the one that always short-circuits my brain and makes my panties feel optional. Intense. Focused. Like I’m the only thing he sees.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I murmur, dipping the needle again. “It’s very distracting.”
“Look at you like what?”
“Like you’re two seconds from flipping this chair over and tearing my panties to shreds.”
He grins. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking.”
I have to pull back my hand as my heart starts pounding. “Okay, I need you to stop talking unless you want this bear paw to come out looking like a mutant crab.”
He chuckles low in his chest, but he stays still this time, his gaze never leaving my face as I finish the outline.
He’s my most distracting client yet, but I manage to get the tattoo finished as the sun sets outside. We stayed after work to get this done, so it’s only the two of us here. Just the way I like it.
Once I’m done, I use a clean paper towel and a gentle cleanser to remove any excess ink, blood, and plasma from his skin, carefully wiping it clean. I check the tattoo one last time for any missed spots, and to make sure I don’t need to do any final touch-ups. All of the lines and shading are complete, which is a surprise since my client has been utterly distracting with those intense blue eyes and big sexy arms.
“All done,” I say as I sit back and take a breath.
Adrian sits up and flexes his arm as he checks it out. The paw prints are crisp and bold, sitting just below the curve of his elbow. His expression softens, and he brushes his fingers over them like he’s touching something sacred.
“I love it. You did good, Vic. Real good.”
“Another satisfied customer,” I say, grinning.
“Oh no,” he says as he slowly stands up, towering over me. “I’m not satisfied. I’m pretty fucking far from satisfied.”
I suck in a breath, knowing what’s about to happen when I see the fire in those intense blue eyes. We’re alone in the closed shop. There’s no one around for miles. No one to hear me moan.