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He grips my hips, lifting me enough to grab his cock. His fingers sting against the fresh wound but it’s soon forgotten as he pushes inside me, and my head falls back. I’m so sensitive from the orgasm a few minutes ago, it feels like I’ll come again immediately.
He groans. “Do it, Nova. Carve me up.”
Leaning forward, I prop myself on his chest, my shaking hand pressing the tip of the knife to his skin. His warm blood breaks through the surface, something about seeing it making me feel feral.
Grinding down on his cock, I carve my name over his heart, scarring the beautiful ink there.
He growls, his grip tightening on my waist, and I know I’ll have bruises in the morning. The thought thrills me more and my pussy clenches. The sounds coming from his mouth are driving me wild and I cut into him faster and deeper. Blood trickles down his chest and once I’ve finished, I lean in, licking his lifeforce from his skin.
He sounds inhuman as he rips the knife from my grip, tossing it to the floor. He flips me onto my back so fast, I nearly get whiplash. He pushes us up the bed, stuffing a pillow between my head and the headboard. “Hold on.”
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I circle my arms around his neck. He grips the headboard with one hand, his other circling my throat. His hold is fierce but not lethal. He pulls out until only the tip remains. I start to protest but I choke on the words as he slams inside me, a strangled cry tearing from my throat.
He sets a violent pace, and I’m briefly concerned he’s going to rip me in half. The thought is fleeting as I hold on while he fucks me like his life hangs in the balance.
As I cry out, scream and sob, his name leaves my lips over and over. His answering groans only fuel my pending releaseuntil my body locks, and I’m suspended in another fucking world.
I have never in my life felt something so raw and powerful.
The way Colt makes me feel is all the confirmation I need that we were brought into this world to find each other. The way he obliterates me at every turn and puts me back together in an instant is how I know he’s the other half of my damaged soul.
We’re both broken.
We’re both fucked up.
But together, we’re whole.
His thrusts become erratic as he ruts inside me like a man possessed. I hold on with everything I have as he chases his own release. His chest rumbles, his hips stilling, emptying himself inside me. His warm cum coats my inner walls and I clench tightly to keep it inside me. He growls into my neck as I drag my nails along his scalp, our bodies trembling against each other.
He raises his head, catching my gaze. “I fucking love you, Nova.”
Hearing those words made me feel uncomfortable at first, not understanding what they truly meant. Now that I’ve surrendered, I crave them.
“I love you, Colt.”
Chapter Eighteen
Colt
An unknown number flashes across my screen, and I debate on answering it.
Usually I don’t, but something tells me to.
“Yeah?”
“Everly.” The voice says and my shoulders tense.
“Who is this?”
“Frederick Morrison Jr.”
What the fuck? “What do you want Junior?”
“You killed my father.” He states plainly.
“He was disrespectful.”
A chuckle comes through the line. “You did me a favor, Devil. He was a greedy bastard causing problems everywhere. The business should’ve gone to me years ago. But that’s not why I’m calling.”