Page 26 of Unearthed Dreams (Sable Point #3)

Chapter Twenty-Two

KAI

The red word bloomed against the pale skin of her glorious tits, and something primal stirred in my chest at seeing my marks on her.

Beautiful .

The word sat perfectly curved along the swell of her right breast, where her heart thundered beneath my touch. The neckline of her dress hung loose around her shoulders where I’d pulled it down, her breasts barely contained by delicate lace.

She shivered as I chose the next spot, just below her collarbone.

Smart .

My hand steadied her when she trembled, overwhelmed by the cool drag of the pen. I eased the dress further down her arms, letting it pool at her waist.

Creative .

This one I wrote lower, trailing down her sternum between the cups of her bra. Her breathing grew shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly as I worked. The trust in her eyes nearly undid me as I reached behind her to unhook the lace, letting it fall away.

Along her ribs now, following the delicate curve of her body.

Kind .

She gasped when the pen touched a sensitive spot, and I soothed the skin with my thumb. My other hand found the zipper at her waist, drawing it down with aching slowness.

Sweet .

The word appeared below her left breast, and I couldn’t resist pressing a kiss there, tasting her sweet skin. The dress slipped lower, revealing more soft skin.

I descended further, marking her smooth stomach.

Sexy .

Her muscles twitched, a small whimper escaping her lips as I slid the dress from her body.

The final word demanded to be written in that perfect dip below her hip bone, where her skin was softest, just above the lace of her panties.

Mine .

Each letter was a claim, a promise, an admission I couldn’t voice any other way. When I pulled back to admire my work, the sight of her marked with my words, my truth, made my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

“Stand for me, pretty girl.”

Charlie rose on shaky legs, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. I walked backward, drawing her with me, never breaking eye contact.

I positioned her in front of the mirror, my chest pressed to her back. “Look,” I whispered against her ear, one hand splayed across her stomach. “Look at how perfect you are.”

I traced each word again, slower this time. “ Beautiful ,” I breathed, watching her eyes flutter in the mirror. “ Smart .” My touch drifted lower. “ Creative .” She shivered. “ Kind .” Another tremor ran through her. “ Sweet .”

When I reached sexy , her breath hitched. At mine , she pressed against me, seeking more contact.

“Keep your eyes open,” I murmured “Watch how perfect you look when I fuck this pretty pussy with my fingers.”

Our eyes locked in the mirror as I pulled her panties aside with one hand. I slid the other—the one that had been possessively gripping her soft hip—up and over her curves to her mouth. With two fingers, I tapped against her lips.

“Suck.”

Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet my fingers before taking them into her warm mouth. The wet heat of her tongue sliding between my digits sent electricity straight to my cock.

Her eyes stayed locked on mine in the mirror as she sucked, hollowing her cheeks in a way that made my brain short-circuit. My other hand slid lower, finding her slick and ready. I groaned at how wet she was already.

“Such a good girl, getting so wet for me.” I withdrew my fingers from her mouth, trailing them down her throat to her breast. “I’m going to make you come while you watch yourself fall apart in this mirror.”

I circled her clit with torturous slowness, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her hips rolled against my touch, seeking more friction. With my other hand, I pinched her nipple, making her gasp .

“Please,” she whimpered, her eyes heavy-lidded but still fixed on our reflection.

“Please what?” I nipped at her earlobe. “Use your words, pretty girl.”

“More. I need—” She broke off with a moan as I slid one finger inside her, curling it just right.

“Is this what you need?” I added a second finger, stretching her deliciously. “Or this?” My thumb found her clit again, pressing firmly.

Her walls clenched around my fingers as I picked up the pace, drawing desperate little sounds from her throat. The sight of her—marked with my words, flushed and trembling—made me wanna blow right in my pants.

I twisted my wrist, curling my fingers to hit that perfect spot inside her while my thumb worked her clit in tight circles. Her legs shook, and I tightened my grip around her waist to hold her up.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let me feel you come on my fingers.”

The words written across her skin rippled as she arched, chest heaving. My cock throbbed painfully, trapped in my jeans and pressed against her ass. But this wasn’t about me. This was about watching this beautiful creature fall apart in my arms, trusting me to catch her.

Her breath came in sharp gasps now, punctuated by these perfect little whimpers that made me want to devour her whole. I could feel her getting close, her inner muscles fluttering around my fingers.

“Look at those pretty tits bounce while I fuck you with my fingers,” I growled in her ear. “You’re so fucking perfect, taking everything I give you. ”

Charlie’s eyes locked with mine in the mirror as her orgasm started to peak, her mouth falling open in a silent cry.

“That’s right, come for me. Show me how good it feels when I make you?—”

Hot liquid hit my palm first before splashing to the tiled bathroom floor.

Oh, fuck, my girl’s a squirter.

I finger fucked her through it as she came over and over again. I counted four rapid rises and releases. There was a goddamn puddle on the floor and I had never seen anything so hot in my entire life.

“I can’t—” Charlie panted in my arms, head shaking back and forth, rolling against my chest. “No more, Kai. I can’t.”

Her body trembled against me as aftershocks rippled through her. I held her tight while she caught her breath, my other hand still buried inside her.

“Holy shit,” she gasped, staring at the puddle on the floor with wide eyes. “Is that?—”

“Shh.” I pressed a kiss to her neck, right over her thundering pulse. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

I slowly withdrew my fingers, making her whimper at the loss. I brought them to my mouth, maintaining eye contact in the mirror as I sucked them clean. The taste of her exploded on my tongue—sweet and tangy and addictive.

Charlie’s pupils dilated as she watched me, her chest still heaving. The red words across her skin had smeared slightly with sweat, making them look softer, more intimate.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I scooped her into my arms, cradling her against me as her head lolled against my shoulder. The complete trust in that simple gesture made my chest tight .

I carried her to the bed, laying her down before heading to the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the quiet apartment as I dampened a washcloth with warm water. When I returned, Charlie had curled onto her side, looking small and vulnerable in the dim light.

“You okay?” I asked softly, sitting beside her on the bed.

She nodded, a shy smile playing at her lips. “Just... wow.”

“Yeah?” I couldn’t help the pride that crept into my voice as I cleaned her thighs. “You were incredible.”

I grabbed one of my soft t-shirts from the dresser then. “Arms up,” I murmured, helping her slip it on. The sight of her drowning in my shirt, marked underneath with my words, made something possessive surge in my chest.

“What about you?” she asked, eyeing the obvious bulge in my jeans.

“Not tonight.” I pulled her close, tucking her head under my chin. “Tonight’s just about taking care of you.”

She made a soft sound of protest, but I could feel how heavy her limbs were getting, how her breathing was evening out.

“Sleep, pretty girl.” I pulled the blankets up around us, making sure she was warm and comfortable. “I’ve got you.”

I held her as she drifted off, one hand stroking her hair while the other traced gentle patterns on her back through my shirt.

Only when her breathing deepened into sleep did I allow myself to really feel the weight of everything—this trust she placed in me, this tenderness I thought I’d forgotten how to give.

I pressed a kiss to her temple and let her steady breaths lull me toward sleep, the words I’d written on her skin echoing in my mind like a prayer .

Beautiful. Smart. Creative. Kind. Sweet. Sexy. Mine.

And underneath them all, the word I hadn’t written but felt with every beat of my heart:

Loved.