"MINE." The word left pierced lips with the faintest hint of a growl, tattooed hands resting POSSESSIVELY upon the girl's hips. "All mine." Breathed out like a hushed PRAYER, gospel buried against skin as teeth grazed over the side of her neck.
Oh, how she LOVED every time he made sure she knew that. It was impossible for her to forget, but it made her feel incredibly good. She was someone’s, and not someone’s in general, but ZAIDEN’S. The man she loved with all her heart, the man she adored, her love. And while some people would feel his touches as hurtful, Emma was ADDICTED --- the pain & pleasure mixing together & his own love oozing from every single kiss, caress, bite, mark, word.
She never thought she could be with someone like him --- not because he wasn’t her type or anything like that, but because she knew how hard it was for him. And her heart, oh, her heart skipped a beat every time she thought about that. How far can love go? How much can it do?
Small hands moved, grazing his jaw and releasing a small whimper, a plead, as she turned to look into his eyes, lips parted as if she was trying to say something, but awestruck by the sight --- he was like GOD and she was so small & yet she didn’t feel like that could go wrong in any way.
How naive.
A small kiss on his lips, then another, deepening, tongue looking for his, breathless noises crashing against his mouth, fingers curling looking for somewhere to grasp -- his hair, his shoulder, him, him, him --- and then she stopped, opening her eyes again staring into his.
“I’m only yours, Zaiden Hendricks.” Like a confession, whispered against him, never looking away. “Until the end, I’ll be yours.”
I love you so much.
















