Page 130 of Eternal

He lowers the stick to drag it across my skin, tracing lines and tossing it to the side again. “I’m making art with you so we can remember this moment.”

“This was supposed to be a self-portrait,” I tell him. “You just changed it.”

“Good.” He reaches for his belt, undoing his pants. “Now it can beus.”

Us.

Pulling his pants down in the front, he releases his cock, sliding it over me. Teasing me until I lift my hips and seek him out.

“Please, Declan.”

“What do you need, love?” He nudges his cock against me, and the change in nickname has my core fluttering.

“You,” I admit. “I need you.”

His cool eyes gleam, and he drops his gaze to watch as he thrusts his hips forward, connecting us as one.

Declan pulls out slowly, his cock glistening with my excitement. He tortures me with a slow pace before thrusting back in.

“Declan,” I moan.

He lowers over me, striking me deep as he sinks his lips to mine. “That’s right, love, you’re mine.”

My hands slide up into his hair, painting it in colors like my own. I drag them down his T-shirt and strip it off so I can see the proof of what we are.

Eternal.

I thought only death held that title. Darkness, sadness, and emptiness.

It turns out it’s what Declan is to me. He’s the singular force I can’t escape.

He kisses me, fucking me hard into the canvas, and I can barely hold on as I sink my teeth into his lower lip, not stopping until I taste blood. Even then, I can’t help sucking on him harder, taking him in every way I can.

“You like that?” He grins, pulling back to wipe his bloody lip with the back of his hand. “You want to hurt me like I hurt you?”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Declan dips down, kissing my neck. “You want to paint our love in red? Then we will.”

He sinks his teeth into the side of my neck, breaking skin. Licking a path of blood until he moves all the way up to my lips and forces me to taste both of us mixed together.

“I’m yours, Teal. And if you want to take a knife to my chest to slice me open and play with my heart, I’ll let you.” He kisses me deeper.

He fucks me harder.

The tang of blood in my mouth makes my head spin. Pulling back, he wraps his hand around my throat and pins me to the canvas. This is sick with my demons still in the room, but I ignore them as I hand myself over toDeclan. He slayed my evil, and I want to give myself to him fully.

It’s sick and twisted as he kneels over me and fucks me after what we’ve done. But I don’t care.

Blood, paint, and love swirl together, and I become one with him.

“You’re beautiful.” He thrusts forward, tightening his grip on my throat. “The most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen.”

People would probably judge us for the twisted things that get us off, but Declan meets me here, fucking me harder and knowing I love it.

“I’m yours, Teal. Blood, body, and soul.”

“I know.” I wrap my legs around him, but he stays kneeling, watching where he’s fucking me.