Page 54 of Intense (Beneath The Blaze #3)

FINN

Song- Sin, Ash to Eden

I carry her to the bedroom like I own her.

She’s still wrapped around me, grinning like she just dared me to do my worst.

She doesn’t know how far I’ll take it.

“Face down, ass up, love,” I tell her quietly, but it lands heavy.

She slides off me and crawls onto the bed, arching her back, looking over her shoulder like the little tease she is.

“You got a knife in here?” I ask.

If she thinks like I do, she will have supplies in her bedroom.

Her lips twitch. “In my closet, my medical bag.”

Of course she does.

I stalk to the closet, find her bag, and pull out the slim leather case. When I open it, the light catches on the stainless steel. The kind made to cut with intent, not force.

I hold it in my hand for a second, feeling its weight.

This will do.

“Last chance to change your mind,” I say as I kneel behind her. My hand spreads over the swell of her ass, thumb pressing into the soft dip.

“Do it,” she breathes.

“This is very permanent, love.”

She giggles. Fuck, I’m obsessed with her.

“Like I’m getting rid of you, Finn. I think we’ve established that isn’t happening. So mark me.”

I like that answer. I like it a lot.

I press the flat of the blade to her cheek and let the cold kiss linger before I start. The first shallow slice curves into the F. It’s sharp and neat. To me, it’s beautiful. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away.

“Good girl,” I murmur.

The Q follows. Two letters marking her mine.

But I’m not done.

I flip the blade in my hand and press it into my own palm.

Her head jerks up. “Finn?—”

“Shh.” The sting barely registers as I draw a short line across the thick muscle of my hand. Blood wells immediately. I drag my fingers over the fresh mark and then begin painting her skin with my blood.

“Now you’re mine,” I tell her. “And I’m yours.”

Before she can answer, I offer her my bleeding hand. “Taste it.”

She takes my wrist without hesitation, her tongue dragging over the cut, her lips sealing around it. The pull of her mouth there does something savage to me, something that feels like worship and war at the same time.

When she lets go, her mouth is stained red. She’s breathing harder, and so am I.

I bend, licking along the fresh FQ carved into her, tasting her blood under mine. Then my mouth moves lower, between her cheeks, my tongue circling the other entrance I’m about to claim.

She gasps, gripping the sheets.

I keep working her with my mouth until her muscles loosen under me, then slick a finger and press it slowly inside.

“That’s it,” I murmur, pushing deeper, curling slightly. “Relax for me.”

She likes the pain; that’s why she is so desperate for me to claim her here. But I want to make sure the pleasure is still there. So I keep working her, one hand deep inside her pussy, the other in her ass, until she’s dripping all over me.

“Please tell me you have lube?” I groan.

“Bedside drawer with my toys.”

I quickly open it up; I will need to test these on her thoroughly as part of my Stephanie Research Journals. But now, I need my dick in her ass like I need air to breathe.

I grab the rose toy and hand it to her.

“Use that while I fuck that virgin ass of yours,” I tell her as I lean in and kiss her.

Once I coat myself, I press forward, just the tip against her ass to see how she reacts. I grin when she pushes back. The hum of her toy fills the room.

“Mmm, good girl. Does that feel nice?”

“Finn, please, I need you,” she cries.

I slap her unbranded ass cheek, admiring the redness forming.

I slide in, inch by inch, her moans mixing with screams, until I’m buried to the hilt.

The heat and tightness are a punch to the gut, but I hold still, stroking her hips, brushing my mouth along her spine.

“Breathe, wife.”

When she gives me that first shaky moan, I start to move—slow, deep—pushing down on her upper back so her ass stays high for me.

“Look at you… taking me in your ass so fuckin’ well. Made. For. Me,” I grit out, watching every inch of my cock disappear inside her tight heat.

“Oh my god, Finn,” she screams.

I slide two fingers in her pussy, and she tightens around me. Her body shaking.

“That’s it, baby, ride me. Remember who owns you.”

My free hand slides up her spine, fingers threading into her hair. I grab a fistful and yank her head back so her cries and panting fill my ears.

“Say it. You are mine.” My voice is raw, teeth clenched.

“I’m yours!”

She tightens around me, giving me a virginity I have no right to take, and yet she’s giving it freely. And easily, because my girl wants pain.

I’ve handed her parts of myself tonight I never meant to. Parts I keep locked in the dark, and here she is, doing the same.

This isn’t just sex.

This is a ritual.

A binding.

“Come for me,” I command, my thrusts turning relentless.

The sound she makes when she falls apart is burned into me, her body gripping me like she’ll never let me go. I spill inside her, holding her there until she’s wrung out and shaking.

Only then do I pull free, flipping her onto her back, settling my weight on top of her. I grab her toy and turn it off. Tossing it to one side.

“Thank you,” I whisper against her swollen lips.

Her arms stretch above her head, hair wild, eyes glistening.

“No. Thank you.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She nods, lids heavy, but when she starts to sit, I push her gently back down, shaking my head.

“No, love. I look after you, remember?”

A lazy smile curves her mouth. “Can you stay with me tonight?” she whispers.

I freeze. The request sits heavy in my chest.

This isn’t a good idea. There’s a reason I don’t sleep. A monster under my skin that could ruin everything.

I am poison.

But I nod anyway.

My body betrays me.

Fuck.