Page 94 of Make Me A Sinner

She bites her lip. “What if you don’t like it?” She stutters, like she could ruin it all.

“Whatever you make, I’ll love it,” I say without hesitation, trying to quiet the storm behind her gaze.

But she’s as stubborn as usual. “Oh yeah?” She says, tilting her head. “What if I carve a heart with an arrow through it?” She teases. At least I hope she teases me, and she’s not actually planning to do that. I said I’d love whatever she marked me with—but that better not be something ripped out of kindergarten.

“Just keep in mind, sooner or later, I’ll be leaving my mark on you too. So think twice about what you do to my body.” I laugh, hoping my threat holds ground.

“Okay, I’ll give you a mark you can return when the time comes… if you want, of course.”

“Oh, I want to,” I say without room for doubt. “Now, do it already,” I press, impatient to see her mark. Impatient to be claimed by her. And she doesn’t wait to deliver. Her whole body tenses, and the blade bites into my skin, etching a small circular shape into my chest, then another, tips connecting in the center. Fluid. Eternal.

“It’s the infinity symbol...” she whispers, her fingertips brushing my chest. “But also our initials intertwined. The two S’s.”

My breath catches. Not from the pain. The pain is barely there anymore. What I feel isher. Her claim, her love written in blood and flesh.

“Fucking perfect,” I groan, knowing I couldn’t have come up with anything better myself. So simple yet so meaningful. Perfect.

“I’m not done,” she says, running the blade across her palm in one clear line. Not deep enough to anger me, but enough to satisfy me. Blood wells up behind the blade, and she places her palm against my chest. Against the mark.

I feel the warmth of her blood soaking into the carved lines, mingling with mine. Sealing it.

“Now it’s done,” she ghosts out the words. Her palm remains there as her legs wrap around my waist, and she kisses me like she needs me more than the air she breathes. It’s consuming, tasting like every sin she wants me to bring to life and every promise she doesn’t know yet how to say out loud.

And I feel it in my bones—this is the moment we stop being separate things.

Now, we’re one.

Not by vow. Not by ring.

But by something older.

Something irreversible.

Something eternal.

“Set, Destroyer of my fears. Creator of my dark fantasies. The only god this sinner will ever belong to.”

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