“Don’t move,” Wrath ordered, and turned on a light, before climbing out of the bed and coming to my aid. “Did you break anything?”
“I don’t think so.”
He cupped my face and looked into my eyes. “You still high?”
“Nope. All good.”
“You got a headache or anything?”
I smiled, leaning into him. “I’m fine, honey. I just have to pee.”
“Bathroom’s right over there.”
“Are you good?” I asked.
“I’m great, why?”
I tugged on his beard. “Because I’m going to fuck you the second I get back here, so be ready.”
He grinned. “Countin’ on it.”
I rushed through my thing, then ran back to the bedroom, leaping onto the bed. Wrath caught me, wrapping his arms around me and rolling me ontomy back. “Good morning, wife.”
“Good morning, husband.” The second the words were out of my mouth, I noticed something on his shoulder and let out a quiet gasp. “Um, Daddy Cakes?”
“Yeah, Moonbeam?”
“What’s this?”
“New tattoo. You like it?”
I ran my finger over the fresh tattoo of my bite mark. “How did I not see this before?”
“Because I didn’t want you to see it,” he said. “But you knew I was gettin’ new ink.”
He’d gone into the shop about a week or so ago, but I didn’t think anything of it, because he did that on a semi-regular basis. Most of the guys did. He’d also had it covered for a couple of days after it was finished.
“Yes, but I guess I just didn’t realize.” I met his eyes. “So, you really weren’t upset I bit you?”
“Baby, I told you I was proud you marked me. I had Jekyll take pictures of it right after you did it, then he drew it out, and as soon as it healed, he made it permanent.”
“I want one.”
“A bite or a tattoo?” He grinned. “Or maybe you wanna go for a clit ring?”
I rolled my eyes. “A tattoo.”
He chuckled. “If you want a clit ring, you can get a clit ring, too, Sierra.”
I shuddered. “No, the nipples are as far as I think I’m willing to go on that front.”
Wrath smiled. “What do you want to get? Tattoo-wise.”
“I want us to get matching ones.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “And I want it between my shoulder blades, kind of at the base of my neck so when you’re fucking me from behind, you’ll always see it.” I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. “I never want you to forget I’m yours.”