Page 73 of Reaper and Ruin

He was still so hard inside me.

I’d come, but he hadn’t.

He reached for the tattoo gun, and I gasped as he brought it to the place we were joined. His left hand found my clit again, and he rubbed it slowly, half using the buzz as a vibrator against my most sensitive parts.

“You still want me to tattoo your pussy, Violet?”

Oh God. I so did. I didn’t know what that said about me, but it was all I’d thought about for weeks. Something about it felt so incredibly intimate and hot that every time I’d thought about it, if one of them hadn’t been handy, I’d had to get my vibrator out. I nodded.

“What do I want to hear?’

“Yes, Daddy.”

His fingers picked up the pace, just a smidge, rolling my already sensitive clit, sending new ripples of pleasure through my already well-fucked system.

“Don’t move.”

He didn’t try to pull out.

Oh my fucking God. He was going to tattoo me while he was still in me.

There was a swipe of something cold. A disinfectant wipe if I had to guess. I jumped, but he leaned down on me hard, pinning me beneath his forearm on my thigh.

“I said, don’t move.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He growled like he well approved that unprompted response.

The first touch of the needle shocked me, the tiny stab of pain. But he rubbed my clit at the same time, which made it all go away. He maneuvered the nib over my flesh, his concentration never faltering from the spot just to the side of where we were joined.

I closed my eyes, panting through the pain and pleasure mingling. I wanted him to move. Wanted that friction. Him inside me, but keeping so still was driving me wild.

I wanted it hard and fast, but I wanted his name on me more.

This was wild and reckless. Some nagging voice in the back of my head said tattooing a man’s name anywhere on your body was a stupid idea.

But this man felt different. This man was one who’d already branded himself on my heart. His name on my body just felt like the natural next step.

I clenched around him, my pussy fluttering of its own accord, not with another orgasm but maybe with aftershocks from the first.

Levi’s gaze strayed to mine. “Fucking hell, you’re killing me.”

“I’m not doing it on purpose!”

He tipped his head back and groaned, caving in and thrusting into me just a little, relieving the tension the tiniest bit, except it only lasted for a second before he was peering down at his work and finishing his name.

He reached for his jacket, pulled out his phone, and focused it on his cock inside me, my pussy stretched around him, and the brand-new tattoo he’d inked along one side.

The flash blinded us both. I blinked rapidly, but through my lashes and the bright white spots that danced in front of my eyes, it was him I saw.

He slammed into me, pubic bone hitting the fresh tattoo, pain mixing with the pleasure. His thumb never left my clit, and he drove into me hard and fast, getting me right back to the brink.

“I gave you what you wanted.” His voice was low and deep and full of growl.

It was so damn sexy I could have died and gone to Heaven right then and there.

“Now give me what I want. Come for me, Violet.”