Page 241 of Dark Souls

“It’s my tattoo kit.”

My head snapped back to him in surprise. “Your tattoo kit. As in… you did all your own tattoos?”

Another one of those mischievous smirks painted his face. “You are learning so much tonight, love. I had a lot of time to waste alone in the manor. Learning how to tattoo my skin helped pass the hours of the day.” He stepped forwards and took the needle out of my hand and got to work putting everything together. “Do you remember that drawing in your journal of Heathen?”

My eyes widened. How did I forget about that? “Yes. You questioned me about it. Oh my god, and you knew at that moment I knew about you. Or not you, but your kind.”

“It was a good drawing. I liked it a lot. I want you to tattoo it on my back.”

“I’m sorry, what? You want me to tattoo your back?”

He shrugged his shoulders out of his jacket and slung it over the chair before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I licked my lips as his inked, ripped torso came into view and he tossed his shirt away, standing only in his trousers and combat boots.Whyyyy? Why did everything he did have to be so damn sexy?I was about to combust.

“I’m not going to hide who I am anymore. I’m going to celebrate it. And if people are going to see what I am, then I want them to see your version.”

My heart ached. He leaned down and kissed my lips quickly and then delved into a detailed explanation about how to use all the equipment. He got himself in a position on the bed, lying on his stomach with his arms spread out wide and I kicked off my boots and climbed onto his back. Straddling his waist, I tried to ignore my nerves and keep my hand steady as I sketched an image of Luka and Heathen sharing control as their true form with a pen first.

“I could be drawing a giant dick on your back and you’d never know.” I smiled as I finished the sketch and reached for the needle. The adrenaline spiked through my veins, but I kept my focus, allowing my tongue to poke out a little in concentration as I leaned forward to start.

“Well, look at this for a level of trust,” he mumbled into the pillow, only his side profile and half smile in view. “You could draw whatever you wanted on me, love. I wouldn’t care. As long as it was you that marked me.”

“Famous last words,” I whispered as I applied steady pressure to his skin with the needle. He chuckled. “Don’t laugh or your true form will have two heads!”

He closed his eyes, and after a few minutes, the air thickened with delicious sexual tension. I never thought marking someone’s skin in this way would feel so intimate but because it was Luka and it really showed me how much trust he had in me, I felt it all the way to my toes. I squirmed a little on his back, biting my lips to fight the urge to rock my hips and gain some friction to dull the needy ache between my legs. I knew Luka could feel the change in the atmosphere too because he stayed extremely quiet the entire time, but his fists were clenched and his muscles were rigid and I had a sneaky suspicion it wasn’t because of the pain. He liked the pain.

I sat back on his ass and held my hands up beside my head, the needle still firmly in my grip.

“Finished.” My voice came out breathless and thick with arousal. My tits were rising and falling against the unforgiving corset of my dress.

“Wipe it clean with the antiseptic and watch it heal.” The deep gravel of his voice told me all I needed to know. That had turned him on just as much as it had me. Was that his plan? Foreplay by tattooing? Because if it was, it was genius.

I cleaned the blood away even though it took everything in me not to lick it clean myself and sat back while his skin healed with its rapid vampire healing and left only the ink tainted on his skin behind. I would never be the next Da Vinci but it looked amazing. His demon wings unfurled across his shoulders, and horns curled to the base of his neck.

He rolled over and I raised up on my knees to allow him the room to do so before sitting back down over his dick. His rock-hard dick. He groaned as his hands roamed my thighs, pushing my dress higher to my waist.

“One more, love.”

“What?”

He patted his left pec and I narrowed my eyes at the scarred, raised lines that were barely visible. My finger traced over them and I gasped when I realised they were my initials from when he had carved them into himself with his dagger.

“You want me to tattoo over your scars?” I asked in surprise and he licked his lips, staring up at me with intensity.

“I want you to mark me as yours. We may have your soul, Ilaria. But you have ours too.”

Exhaling a slow breath, I leaned forwards, and kissed him.

“For all eternity,” I whispered against his lips before sitting back up and starting to trace over the raised scars with the needle. I.R.B was now a very obvious and in your face statement right on his chest. My heart flipped and my pussy throbbed at the sight of it.My claim.

‘I want one too!’Rue demanded and I couldn’t argue with her. So did I.

When our eyes locked once again, all the love and desire flooding through that glance had my body trembling.

“Will you give me one?”

His green eyes widened slightly as he cocked his head to the side. He suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around my body and brushing his nose against mine. “Fuck, yes.”

“You may have to get me out of this dress first,” I moaned as he placed small kisses along my jawline and down my throat.