Page 73 of Bound By Ink

“Wait, is that…?” Stepping forward, I stare down at him. I reach out, my fingertips shake, sliding my fingers over the tattoo nestled so beautifully among his others. My name is emblazoned across his skin. The same font as mine.

“We’re bound by ink… You’re my forever, Scott. I love you.”

I gasp, covering my mouth. The shock of what he’s saying when I still don’t deserve him. I slowly drop my hands. “I love you, Killian. I always have.”

He closes the gap, his arms reaching for me as he slides his hands around me, gripping my ass cheeks, and he lifts me. My legs wrap around him, and I sigh as his lips meet mine. The desperation has died away, leaving something more potent in its place. The way his gaze stays trained on me, the way his eyes track mine as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down and reaches for the nightstand. I slide my hand over his and shake my head. “I don’t want that.” I want to feel him—all of him.

“I’m clean, I got checked after… And I got my results back the other day.”

He leans up and grips my cheek. “I thought you said they didn’t?”

“They didn’t, I promise. I just wanted a clean slate.”

“You sure?”

I nod. His body covers mine, wrapping me in his arms, and he kisses me. It’s tender, full of emotion, everything I hoped it would be. We lose ourselves in the kiss. It starts so sweet and loving, so tender, but that doesn’t last. The feel of him on me, the weight of his body pressing into mine, makes me moan, and he growls as he nips my lip.

“I’m trying to be romantic here, but making noises like that is making me want to throw you onto your front and fuck the hell out of you.”

I bite down on my lip. He reaches up and takes my glasses off, resting them on the bedside table. He stares down at me.

“That’s really not fucking helping, Scott.” He lifts his thumb and pries my lip from my teeth, sliding his middle finger into my mouth. I stare into his eyes—those blue, twinkling orbs that have captivated me for a lifetime—as I swipe my tongue around his digit. He exhales, groaning as his hips grind against mine. I smirk around his finger before he pulls it out of my mouth and slides his hands between us.

“Fuck’s sake,” he grumbles. “What happened to that sweet little boy?”

“I grew up.” I buck my hips to meet his. The fire in his eyes sparks something in me. He makes me feel invincible, like I could do or say whatever I want to him. He makes me feel powerful. I slip my hand between us and wrap my fist around his dick. His finger pushes between my cheeks, and he grunts.

He pauses over my ass, pressing against my tight hole. I thrust into it, and he bites down on his lip.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, aren’t you?”

Staring into his eyes, I stroke my hand over his shaft, run my thumb through the precum and lift my hand to my lips. I wipe my thumb over my tongue, and he shudders against me.

“Fuck, that’s sexy. Do it again, Nerd.”

Giving him a devious smirk, I buck my hips, and he allows me to throw him onto his back. I slide down his body and slip between his legs. I stare up the length of his dick, taking it in my hand. My eyes roam over everymuscle, over every tattoo, lingering on the one that says my name. It makes my heart and my dick swell. Before I meet his gaze, I lick over his thick length and suck the tip into my mouth, my gaze never leaving his.

“Shit,” he grits out as my mouth takes him in. My tongue licks around him, and his hips thrust into my face. My hand slides over his Adonis belt and up to his abs as I splay my fingers across his taut muscles. He rests on his elbows, staring down at me. His hand strokes over my cheek and slides into my hair. His blunt nails scratch at my scalp, and I groan around a mouthful of cock. The rumble vibrates around his shaft, and he stutters a breath, tensing his thighs around me.

“Scott,” he whispers on an exhale, and it’s a heady feeling. The way he feels underneath me, and the way he shudders as my breath flutters around his dick. “Fucking hell, Nerd. Your mouth is sinful.” He grips my hair, trying to pull me off, but I glare at him. “Please, I don’t want to come yet,” he huffs out. I suck up his shaft, popping off the tip, and I grin up at him.

“You fucker.” He chuckles, giving me the sexiest grin as he flops back. I crawl up his body, and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his lips. He pours every emotion into the kiss as our bodies grind against each other, rocking and thrusting.

Killian’s hand roams down my back, pushing between my cheek and pressing against my tight hole. I whine as my hips shove back. He pushes his finger inside me, and my eyes flicker closed.

“Oh, shit, yes,” I mutter around his kisses. He licks and nips at my tongue and my lip as my body takes all of his finger. I shudder against him, and he smiles into thekiss. I bring my knees up, lifting onto them and sliding my hand behind me, wrapping it around his cock. He slips his finger out. I position his cock, staring into his eyes. His hand grabs my hips as I slowly slide down every inch of his massive dick until my ass is seated on his pelvis. I close my eyes for a second, exhaling while I acclimatise to his size, before fluttering them open and sliding my hand up his chest.

With his gaze fixated on mine, his playful grin is replaced with a seriousness that makes me rock my hips. His fingertips dig into my hips as he guides my movements. My hand on his chest slides over to his nipple as my other hand caresses his ribs, absently rubbing over my name. I slip my hips back and forth, riding him like it’s my fucking job. I can’t get enough of how he feels inside me. It’s fucking magical. I bite down on my lip, and we gaze into each other’s eyes, the seriousness of what this means unspoken. There’s no going back now. This is it. His fingertips dig in harder as he buries himself in me.

He grits his teeth, his jaw tense, and I pinch his nipple. His jaw tightens, his hold unyielding as his hips buck erratically, thrusting into me as I grunt. His dick hits a place inside me, and it’s like fireworks. My balls tighten, my jaw ticks, and I bite harder on my lip as I shudder. He grips me tighter as he slams into that same spot over and over. I scream out his name. My ass clenches around him. He grunts and curses as he slams into me. My dick explodes, pulsing streams of cum across his stomach. He keeps driving into me, and I hang on, calling out to him as my vision dances. My legs shake, I scream out, and he curses.

His hips slam into me, his rhythm falters as he grits his teeth, pistoning into me. I reach my hands to his, gripping him, holding on. He yells out my name, my skin pebbles at the gruffness, as hot cum shoots inside me. Something settles over me, and I realise that I belong to him now. It’s always been him, and I don’t know how I can ever be without him.

He stares into my soul, and I gaze right back into his. The only sound in the room is our ragged breaths. My hands stay touching on his. His dick softens inside me, and I know there’s no going back now. Whatever happens from here, everything has changed. We keep eye contact for the longest time. My body shakes, and his hands stroke my sides, sliding up to cup my cheeks.

“You okay, Nerd?” I give him a nod. I can’t believe he chose me to be his boyfriend after everything we’ve been through.

He rolls me over and pulls out of me, climbing off the bed. When he leaves the room, my heart picks up, and I start to second-guess it all. Before I can twist myself into a million knots, he walks back in with a towel and a damp cloth. He climbs onto the bed next to me. I bite my lip as he leans over me, wiping me, cleaning me. When I look at him, my cum is gone from his body. He tosses the cloth down and dries me. Then he wraps his arms around me before pulling the covers around us. He peppers kisses against my shoulder and neck as he presses his warm body into my back. Sighing, I hold on to his thick arms as he pulls me tightly against him and rest my eyes. I’ve never been this content.