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“Fucking beautiful.” His gaze is trained on my lower back. The twisted, proud smirk that crosses his face makes me blush and shiver at the same time.

“What is?” I’m breathless all of a sudden.

“My cum leaving your hole.” His hand is on his half-hard cock, stroking it while his gaze is fixed on my dripping butt. He’s so handsome and sexy. All those powerful muscles, cool tattoos and dreads, those piercings, and that big shaft. And he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me all over.

Feeling audacious, spurred on by his hungry eyes, I reach down and run my fingers through the wet mess, then glide them up into my ass crack.

He growls, jumps from the bed, and prowls toward me. “You’re too fucking hot.” He pulls me back against his chest and slides his dick between my slick ass cheeks, rubbing against my loosened hole. He feels divine.

“Shower with me?” I ask him.

“Try and stop me.”

After a long, very thorough shower with two more orgasms, he dries up and takes me back to bed. We are lying face to face now. I’m brushing his earrings one after the other, the piercing on his eyebrow, his lip. I think about the barbell on his tongue and further down.

“How many piercings do you have?”

“Fifteen,” he replies with a husky voice.

“No nipples?” I ask, puckering my lips, a metal hoop would have looked hot on his dark bud. I lightly stroke it with my fingers, smiling at how fast it turns rigid.

“It takes too long to recover.” He covers my hand and guides my palm over his chest. “And I want you to touch me all over.”

I lean in so my face is in his neck, feeling like the intimacy of this moment is going to swallow me whole. I take a big inhale of his scent. It makes me hum in pleasure. It’s like a drug that slowly dissolves into my bloodstream, triggering all of the dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, and endorphins, the happy hormones in my body. I move my nose down to his neck and collarbone; his sigh resounds in the bedroom, and I can feel the hardness of his dick against my leg.

Is this really happening?

“Maybe I should pierce my nipples then,” I hazard. I think Uri’d like that.

“No!” He pulls my head up, his nose against mine. “You will not. Nobody touches your chest but me.” He slaps my nipple and then slides me up the sheets to pull it into his mouth to bite and suck it hard.

Shit! I moan as I let my head drop back. But Uri isn’t having it. He grabs my hair and forces my eyes back to his gorgeous face still torturing my nipple. I can’t come anymore, it’s physically impossible after all the orgasms I’ve had.

“A beautiful shade of red, my new favorite.” He’s staring at my abused chest, and when his hands close on the sensitive skin of my butt, I wince slightly.

“Hurts?” he asks, brushing the flesh lightly. I nod. The burn feels good, but it’s also a bit uncomfortable.

He lets me go to take something from the nightstand. When he faces me again, he’s holding a jar of ointment. He starts to rub it on my chest, it feels refreshing with a minty smell. His hands move to my cheek, neck, collarbone, sides, then he rolls me to apply the cream on my buttocks and inner thighs. He marked me all over, and although it’s mad, I hope he’ll do it every time we have sex.

“The swelling will be gone tomorrow,” he lets me know.

“Did you care for them too after…your sessions?” I ask, feeling suddenly grim.

“Fuck no,” he exclaims straight away, lifting some of the dark mood off my shoulders. “Your pale skin bruises so beautifully easily, I like to see my marks on you, Baby Blue.”

He moves me to my side and spoons me. I feel the head of his cock push against my sore entrance again.

“Relax, it just wants in,” he says before pushing inside me with a swift pump. I sigh contentedly, enjoying the fullness again. The truth is that every kind of feeling from Uri is welcome. And him inside me half-hard, licking the back of my neck, as he thrusts slowly against my ass feels like everything I’ve ever wanted.

“I love you.” The confession flies out of my mouth with ease.

He presses me closer to him, his dick reaches a deeper part of me when his legs lace with mine.

“I don’t love you, Sari. Love is such a tricky, fleeting emotion, I don’t understand why people long for that shit.” His fingers curl around my neck as his mouth moves closer to my ear. “Isee you as mine,” he whispers, almost sinfully, “I always have. My body and mind both agree on where you belong: by my side. Permanently. Even if I have to go to the farthest depths of hell to keep you.”

I always dreamed of this day. The guy I love telling me helovesme back. My heart would burst through my mouth, and I’d cry with happiness. Instead a blanket of utter tranquility falls on me as I hear his words. What he said goes further than any fantasy I’ve ever had. He can’t love me since sociopaths are incapable of that, but I know that what he feels for me is the strongest emotion he’ll ever have toward another person.

“That’s all I need,” I say, covering his hand over my neck and intertwining our fingers around my throat.