Sierra

" I love you," I whisper as the sound of the tattoo gun fills the room with its vibrations while it is pushed against my skin.

"I know you do, . And I love you with every piece of my chaotic heart."

"You do know either you tattoo your finger after, or I'll do it for you. I promise it won't be as good if I do it, though," I declare, practically pouting and squirming as he continues his motions. The vibration of the gun has my clit pulsing, while his come continues to drip from my aching cunt.

"I already planned on adding the S, besides the most important place is the tattoo I have over my heart, little bruja." He chuckles, while wiping the ink off my finger and carefully wrapping it to match the one on my thigh.

"Are you ever going to show me the one on my thigh?" I ask him, as his smile brightens at the memory.

"Of course. I made sure that it was as close to your cunt as I could make it just in case you needed another reminder," he says, as he holds back a laugh. I scowl at him, not necessarily mad at the thought.

"You're fucking annoying."

"Yes, and I'm yours," he argues. He proceeds to put away the tattoo gun and everything else he used and walks towards the bathroom, leaving me tied to my bed like a whimpering mess.

"Julian, you asshole. Untie me," I yell out, wiggling my body to the point that the ropes start to pinch my skin again.

"You'll stay out there and wait for me like a good little slut. When I'm done showering, I'll fuck you again until I fill you with my baby. You got that?" he yells back, as the water begins to run.

"You're insane. I'm taking birth control, dumbass."

"Well, then it looks like you'll be tied up every fucking night until you're pregnant with my child." He sings.

"I hate you," I whisper, knowing full well he's no longer able to hear me. The lie easily falls off my tongue, but I know that's exactly what it is. A lie. Because for once, he's right. I love him.

After what felt like hours tied to the bed, he finally walks out looking freshly washed, his figure glistens from the water dripping down his tattooed biceps. I can't help but salivate watching him as he rubs the towel over his body. He slowly unties my ankles only to bring them up to my wrist and tightening the ropes with a bite of my skin, only to repeat it to my other ankle. I lay there spread open for him, helpless and yet feeling the exhilaration of knowing that I can trust him with my pleasure.

I can finally get out of my head and focus on the sensation of his hands on my body and his cock inside my wet pussy, without feeling disgust towards myself or anger. I'm in control, these are my choices even if they're made for me.

"You look so fucking hot lying here helpless for me. You're my fucking drug," he groans as he strokes his already hard cock. He climbs on top of me and pushes my legs down as he adjusts himself between my legs and quickly pressing himself inside me. Like he's never left. Like all there is, is just him and I.

I watch him in awe, the way his eyes watch my own as he chases our orgasm has me melting into the mattress beneath him. I can't believe that this is the same man I hated, that same man that hated me for a time being, but maybe this was us fighting our feelings, fighting the way we spark something in each other that no one can. Maybe we never hated each other.

"Te amo. Eres la calma de mi caos," he whispers, tearing off the bandage where my newly done tattoo is a little more visible. Lifting my head, I look down at my upper thigh as he continues spearing into me. The tarot card is an exact replica as the one on his chest but the card I have reads, "The Demon," with an image of what looks like a demon that has some resemblance to his own facial features.

I moan at the feeling of being claimed, branded, and marked by him knowing that we have forever. And that through it all he'll be by my side as I bring justice to those in need. He'll be the demon to my darkness, and I'll be the witch that keeps his darkness at bay.

We moan in unison as we both come, our chaotic sounds between growls and groans mix with our heaving breaths. I wish he could stay inside me forever, as if he were just the piece, I needed to be complete again. The one to make me feel just as powerful as he truly is.

He climbs off me, quickly untying my legs from the uncomfortable position and massaging my legs as he frees them. The loss of him causes me to whimper and yet I want more.

Once he's freed me, he wraps me in his arms gently kissing me on my head while he strokes the strands of my blonde hair.

He brought me back to life, sparking a fire in my soul and saving me from my worst impulses. We may have caused mayhem on our way of finding each other but he not once gave up on me. His unwavering assistance helped save me from prison, his family helped save my sanity and he helped save me from the darkest parts of my soul.