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Nova

I stitched up Colt’s arm and we took a shower together.

Now, we’re lying in bed, the room quiet without any pressure to speak.

He’s yet to scold me for interfering in his business today, but I’m waiting for it. He can say whatever he wants. I know he’s the big, bad Devil, but no one will hurt him while I’m around.

I won’t stand for it.

He’s gone through enough in this life already.

His fingers glide through my hair as I listen to the beat of his heart. I’m truly content for the first time in my life, but it doesn’t last long as he goes and ruins it.

“You shouldn’t have intervened today.” There’s no anger in his voice.

“If you expect me to stand by while someone tries to kill you, you don’t know me at all.”

He rolls us over so he’s hovering above me, a tiny smirk playing across his lips. “You’re so fucking stubborn.”

“I know.” I quip.

He leans down, kissing me. “So brave.”

“I know.” I breathe as his lips trail across my jaw, not stopping until he reaches my ear.

“So fucking beautiful.”

“Colt.” I moan as his large body blankets mine, his forearms keeping his weight off me.

“You’re mine, Nova.”

“I know.”

“Do you want to play?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I want to mark this gorgeous body with my blade.”

My nipples pebble against his chest, my thighs clenching together. “Do your worst, Devil.”

He rises from the bed, digging the switchblade from his pocket. He disappears into the bathroom, returning after a few minutes, wiping the knife down. Crawling onto the mattress, he pulls the sheet back, exposing my naked body.

His pupils dilate as he presses the point of the blade against the base of my throat. Slowly, he glides it down my chest, between my breasts, and over my torso. The sharp edge scratching along my skin sends a shiver down my spine. He circles my belly button, changing course as he shifts his path towards my hip. As he reaches his destination, the prick of the blade startles me, and I yelp.

“Easy, baby.” He soothes, pressing it deeper into my skin, his free hand squeezing my inner thigh. “Breathe.”

I exhale deeply as his hand moves higher, every nerve ending lighting up from his touch. The edge of the blade drags along my skin, a sweet burn left in its wake. Just as the metal shifts again, he shoves two fingers inside me, ripping a cry from my throat.

“That’s it, little demon. Feel the pleasure with the pain.” My eyes are on him as he torments me in the most delicious way.

His thumb circles my clit as he works my pussy with his fingers. The bite of pain intensifies the sensations and I’m barreling towards an orgasm fast. My hands fist the sheets, and I’m coiled so tightly, my muscles begin to ache.

The blade twists and turns a few more times before it’s gone. He leans down, flattening his tongue against his creation, licking the blood from my skin. The sight takes me over the edge, and I’m shot into oblivion, darkness clouding my vision with little specs of light floating within. His fingers plunge deeper, and I sob his name, my release threatening to pull me under and drown me.

“That’s my girl. Come all over my hand.” He praises and my hips rock against him, riding out the wave of ecstasy.

My body relaxes, my mind empty of all thoughts as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, one by one. He smirks at my disoriented state, and I slowly raise my hand, flipping him off.

He chuckles as he crawls over me, kissing me hard as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. I taste myself with a hint of copper and it sets my blood on fire all over again.

“You’re turn.” He whispers against my lips.

“What?”

“Make me bleed for you.”

Christ.

Why does that sound so fucking hot?

Pushing at his chest, he rolls onto his back, and I climb on top of him. I take the knife from his hand and begin sliding down his thighs before he stops me. “Chest.”

I still. “You want me to mark your chest?”

He nods. “Over my heart.”

Jesus.

If I didn’t love him before, that one phrase would’ve made me fall for him.

Straddling his hips, I position the blade over his chest, my hands trembling with what I’m about to do. I’ve yet to see what he carved into my skin, but at this point, it doesn’t matter. We’re claiming each other and it’s fucking everything to me.

He grips my hips, lifting me enough to grab his cock. His fingers sting against the fresh wound but it’s soon forgotten as he pushes inside me, and my head falls back. I’m so sensitive from the orgasm a few minutes ago, it feels like I’ll come again immediately.

He groans. “Do it, Nova. Carve me up.”

Leaning forward, I prop myself on his chest, my shaking hand pressing the tip of the knife to his skin. His warm blood breaks through the surface, something about seeing it making me feel feral.

Grinding down on his cock, I carve my name over his heart, scarring the beautiful ink there.

He growls, his grip tightening on my waist, and I know I’ll have bruises in the morning. The thought thrills me more and my pussy clenches. The sounds coming from his mouth are driving me wild and I cut into him faster and deeper. Blood trickles down his chest and once I’ve finished, I lean in, licking his lifeforce from his skin.

He sounds inhuman as he rips the knife from my grip, tossing it to the floor. He flips me onto my back so fast, I nearly get whiplash. He pushes us up the bed, stuffing a pillow between my head and the headboard. “Hold on.”

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I circle my arms around his neck. He grips the headboard with one hand, his other circling my throat. His hold is fierce but not lethal. He pulls out until only the tip remains. I start to protest but I choke on the words as he slams inside me, a strangled cry tearing from my throat.

He sets a violent pace, and I’m briefly concerned he’s going to rip me in half. The thought is fleeting as I hold on while he fucks me like his life hangs in the balance.

As I cry out, scream and sob, his name leaves my lips over and over. His answering groans only fuel my pending release until my body locks, and I’m suspended in another fucking world.

I have never in my life felt something so raw and powerful.

The way Colt makes me feel is all the confirmation I need that we were brought into this world to find each other. The way he obliterates me at every turn and puts me back together in an instant is how I know he’s the other half of my damaged soul.

We’re both broken.

We’re both fucked up.

But together, we’re whole.

His thrusts become erratic as he ruts inside me like a man possessed. I hold on with everything I have as he chases his own release. His chest rumbles, his hips stilling, emptying himself inside me. His warm cum coats my inner walls and I clench tightly to keep it inside me. He growls into my neck as I drag my nails along his scalp, our bodies trembling against each other.

He raises his head, catching my gaze. “I fucking love you, Nova.”

Hearing those words made me feel uncomfortable at first, not understanding what they truly meant. Now that I’ve surrendered, I crave them.

“I love you, Colt.”