Page 57 of The Sea Witch’s Son (The Villains of Wolf Hollow #1)
Chapter 56
MARLIN
A kind man would say no.
I am not a kind man.
The anger from earlier resurfaces like a dormant fire. I capture her lips and sew us together, ravishing and consuming every breath that comes out of her mouth like it’s the air I need to breathe.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
My heart pumps out the words, fuelling the flames torching my skin. I’m lost in her, lost to the sensation of her skin against mine, lost to the insatiable pressure building beneath my skin.
My little saint claws at my back like a woman possessed, wrapping her legs around my hips so there’s nowhere for me to go. I grind into her, my tongue deep in her mouth so I can taste every fucking sound that comes out.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
It would seem I lost my mind as well as my heart tonight. Not a single rational thought breaks through the swell of emotions consuming me, the inexplicable need to make this right driving my hips home.
I reach between us and press down on her clit. It’s swollen and bruised, but I keep stroking until there’s just enough arousal at her entrance for me to push in.
“I’m the only one who makes you cry, little saint.” I thrust forward, forcing her to take every inch of me, “The only one who makes you bleed. The only one who makes you beg .”
The last one sends me into a frenzy .
I fuck her until her wounds stretch and bleed. I fuck her until she’s moaning and screaming my name. I don’t stop and she doesn’t ask me too.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
The rage consumes me, igniting the fibres of my being until all I can see is the colour of my little saint’s hair.
Dark fucking red.
It matches the state of my fury, every thrust punishing my little saint for being the reason I’m in so much pain.
She was begging him to stop.
She was begging him to stop.
And I didn’t get to her in time.
The problem is it wasn’t anger that drove my radical actions tonight.
No. It was an emotion far, far worse.
Fear.
For the first time in twelve years, I was scared. Scared that someone was going to break what is mine. Scared that someone was going to take away the piece of life I finally found again.
“You’re mine, little saint.”
Something damp hits my cheek as I fuck the woman who stole the heart of the cruelest man in Wolf Hollow.
“You’ve always been mine.”
She scrapes my skin, marking me just as I am marking her. There is nothing surface level about the way she touches me, nothing shallow about the way she brands my skin.
It is agony and ecstasy tied together in the messiest of knots.
“And you’re mine.”
Her nails dig into my skin as if she will tear the organ right through my chest if I do not comply. It is a tremendous effort but a wasted one, because the only part of me that’s beating already belongs to her.
“I’m yours.”
She smiles at my response and that’s all it takes for me to come. I finish inside her, emptying my seed into the pussy that’s mine .
Blood and cum drips from my cock when I finally pull out, staining my sheets a darker shade of grey. Melody watches me with flushed cheeks and bright eyes, her lack of an orgasm neither a surprise nor a disappointment.
Tonight was not about seeking pleasure.
It was about my surrender.
I climb off the bed and disappear into the bathroom. Collecting the proper supplies, I return with wet wipes to clean up the mess I made.
“You don’t have to do that.”
Her cheeks turn pink when I spread her legs and start wiping her down. I take my time, making sure every crack and crevice is just as pretty as how it started.
“I made you messy, so I clean you up.” Spotting the new bruises running along her entrance, I feel my jaw tighten, “You do not get to trade one for the other, little saint. I get to do it all.”
Melody doesn’t say anything when I crawl back into the bed. She simply turns and buries her face in my neck, wrapping her little body around me.
I hold onto her, moulding us together until there’s not a single layer between us. I can feel her heart beating against my chest, a strong and steady rhythm that pierces right through my soul.
Mine. Mine. Mine.