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It was the night before he’d have to leave for the conference in Prakra. He had hated to leave Rosie, and had all but begged multiple times for her to go with him, but she had insisted that there was too much work to be done in the shop to be gone for the two weeks it would take to get there and back.
“Asra could mind the shop, couldn’t he?” Julian had asked as he had wrapped his arms around her while she cooked.
“Asra has a life of his own, my love. We cannae just ask him to drop everything and come look after our business whenever we get the notion to run off.”
“This isn’t a ‘notion’ though,” he murmured into her hair. “This uh, this has a defined start and date. This wouldn’t be like when we visited Nevivon. Which ah, to be fair did have an estimated return time, but,”
“But who are we to argue with all the grandmas insistin’ we stay ‘just one more night’,?” Rosie laughed as she finished his sentence.
“Ah, they are a convincing bunch, aren’t they?”
“Don’t look so glum,” Rosie had said during dinner. “I’ve got something real special in mind for you before you go.”
He’d hardly been able to finish eating after that. He had to reel himself in to keep from drooling over the glint of her teeth as she ate. She must have noticed, because at some point she grinned and flicked water in her glass at him.
“I said later. Good things come to those who wait.”
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And later had come, finally. Their bedroom was dark except for the light cast by the candles scattered throughout. The smell of incense swirled in the air, dark and sweet. Rosie’s voice was soft and warm like melted honey as she whispered praises against his skin, punctuating each one with a kiss.
“Rosie,” he sighed and gave his hips the slightest arch as she ran her nails lightly over his thighs. The way the candlelight made the gold ring in her eyes glitter and the way it played over the muscles in her shoulders as they moved under her skin made him shiver with want.
“Hmm?” She purred as she dragged her lips up to meet his. She grinned as he stifled a whine against her when she ran her fingers over his length.
“Please,” he rolled against her hand as he laid and arm across her back.
“Tonight’s not for teasing, dunnae worry,” she grinned and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Tonight’s for leaving you with lots to remember.”
“Lots to remember? Oh, how could I ever forget any of this?” He grinned and hugged her close. Rosie laughed, her blonde curls tickling his nose as he pressed kiss after kiss to her neck. “If we were apart for a year, a hundred, even a thousand I could never ever forget.”
“But a visual reminder never hurts, now does it?” Rosie grinned as her nails dug into his shoulders.
Oh. Oh yes.
“Now, I might need some help. I’m still not very good at this,” Rosie’s voice snapped him out of his already near delirious imaginings of just what she was going to do to him as she leaned over to grab a bundle of red rope from the nightstand drawer. “My knots are always messy. Maybe the cord is too silky.”
Julian was incredibly patient, holding still for her and helping as much as it was possible for someone who was being tied up to do so.
“That’ll do, I think,” Rosie murmured as she leaned back to look over her work. The ropework wasn’t intricate, nor was it any specific kind of tie, mostly just focused on holding his arms and his shoulders back.
“Ah, but, my chest is looking a little bare, no?”
“It won’t be for long.”
Before he could ask what she meant, Rosie sunk her nails into either side of his collar and dragged them down his chest, bright red streaks rising in their wake. He groaned low in his throat, his hips grinding up out of reflex. She hummed as she retraced the scratches with the pads of her fingers, making them sting.
“Rosie-”
“Shh,” She pressed a disappointingly soft kiss to his jaw, quieting his voice into a whine. “I’m going to really tear you up,” she said as she trailed her lips to his throat. “Every time you look down or see yourself in a mirror you’re going to remember that you’re mine.”
“Yes, yes of course yes,” he was shivering in anticipation of those wonderfully sharp teeth sinking into his skin. “Always, always.”
“In fact,” she spoke slowly, her breath hot against his skin. “I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to mark you up so much that anyone can see that you’re mine. They’re going to see all the bites and scratches and know what a needy little pain slut you are.”
He couldn’t keep from wailing as she finally, finally sunk her teeth into the soft skin of his neck.
“Good boy,” she purred as she drew her tongue over the bite. “Be as loud as you want, you know I love your voice.”
“If you, ah,” he gasped as she bit lightly just below the first bite. “Ah, if you keep this up the neighbors may think someone is being killed.”
“I think they know the difference by now,” she laughed and kissed his nose. Before he could say anything else, she was dragging her nails hard and slow down his chest again, over and over; all he could do was squirm and moan at the wonderful burn.
She sat back on his hips to admire her work. His chest was now covered in raised welts that were an angry red against his pale skin. He panted and stared down at them before slowly trailing his eyes up her frame. He was aching in every possible sense of the word.
“Are you cold?” She asked as she shifted her weight, reaching beneath her thigh to gently, lazily stroke his cock. “You’re certainly wet, you poor dear.”
He hadn’t even noticed how much precum he had leaked. He had been too focused on how his skin burned and on how much he loved it.
“Ah, it’s fine,” he rasped in between heavy breaths. “It’s fine, really.”
“I know, you just want me to get back to tearing you up, huh?” She smiled, as the nail of her thumb dug into his hip. “But I’m getting tired of you poking my butt. Here,” she shifted and guided him in. The quiet groan that rumbled in her throat made him whine and roll his hips up to meet her.
“There,” she sighed and gave her hips a slight rock from side to side. “That’s my good boy. Now then,” she grinned and cracked her knuckles. He moaned and arched his back, offering up his chest. Rosie laughed and pushed him back down, her hands instead tangling in his hair and tilting his head back as she lunged for his throat.
“Oh God, oh god please-” his moans were an incoherent babble as she growled and shook her head, her teeth digging into his throat and scraping. When she released him, the skin was already dark and purple, the vessels beneath visibly broken. She stroked his cheek with her thumb as she pressed a soft kiss over it and its predecessors.
“Those’ll look so pretty in the morning, won’t they?”
He gulped and nodded eagerly, coincidentally also nuzzling against her palm.
“They’ll be perfect. I’ll, uh, I’ll be sure to wear something that shows them off.”
Rosie laughed and shook her head. “Oh, I can just imagine the reputation I must have for the way you show off.”
“I can’t help being proud of being yours. There’s nothing better than uh, showing off the things the person you love gifts you, is there?”
“Julie,” Rosie cupped his face in her hands as she peppered him with kisses. He whimpered happily against her lips as her hips rocked slowly against his.
“Not yet, not yet,” he whined and squirmed as she raised a questioning brow at him. “I, uh, well they’re starting to fade a little, don’t you think?” He nodded at the welts on his chest.
“Do you really think so?” She smirked at him as she traced one with the edge of her nail.
“O-oh yes. I’d hate for them to be gone before I’ve even gotten off the boat,” he bit his lip and batted his lashes at her.
“Well, as you wish.” She reared back, and sunk her nails in so hard he couldn’t stop from screaming and bucking as she tore down his chest. He saw stars, it was agonizingly slow and wonderfully fast at the same time.
“Oh…I didn’t mean to do that,” Rosie’s voice was a worried murmur as Julian lifted his head and followed her gaze. The newest scratches hadn’t just raised welts, they’d broken the skin and drawn blood. Small beads of crimson blooming down from his chest to his abdomen. He moaned at the sight of them.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Don’t be,” he said. He looked almost drunk, the way he stared down at them.
“Let me clean you up, at least,” Rosie’s voice was a raspy purr as she drew her tongue along the scratches, lapping up the blood. When she met his eyes it was like a dam had burst; he couldn’t stop himself from arching and screaming. He was only faintly aware of her startled expression as she clung to his shoulders and tried to ride wave after wave of his climax.
“My goodness,” she said as he finally stilled. “You sure liked that, hm?”
He nodded weakly as she set to work undoing the ropes that held him back. As soon as his arms were free he wrapped them around her and pulled her into a tight hug, murmuring and nuzzling against her neck. She petted his hair and kissed praises into his skin as she eased him down to rest with his head on her chest.
“I really should get something to clean those though, just in case,” she said, a worried crease to her thin brows. Julian shook his head and held her tighter. She wouldn’t be leaving the bed without taking him with her, though he knew she was absolutely capable of doing so.
“It’s fine, I asked for them after all, didn’t I?”
“I know but, oh, what if they get infected?”
“Darling, I’m a doctor,” he said as he brushed her cheek. “And I’m going to a conference full of doctors. It’ll be just fine.”
She grumbled something and shook her head.
“I’ll get up early and wipe them down with alcohol, will that make you feel better?”
“No, you’re right,” She murmured and snuggled closer. “It’ll be fine, I’m just…well you know how I get. Besides, you’re going to need as much sleep as you can get, it’s already so late.”
If he squinted he could make out the clock on the wall across the room. It was already a quarter past three in the morning. He wondered if he’d be better off staying up until it was time to go, just to be sure he would get to the docks on time.
“Dunnae even think about it,” Rosie said as she pressed a kiss to his temple.
“‘Dunnae’ even think of what?”
“I know you, you’re thinking about pulling an all nighter after I fall asleep,” she scolded, though there was a warm love to her tone. “I won’t have it.”
“I can sleep on the boat-”
“No, Julie. You need to rest. Especially after all that. If you show up looking exhausted, people will think you were actually mauled by a wild animal.”
“I just uh, well I don’t want to oversleep, that’s all.”
“You won’t, I’ll be sure to wake you,” her voice was warm and smooth just like it had been earlier in the night as she brushed her fingers over the nape of his neck. Curled up like with his head on her chest and the beat of her heart a steady lull, it was easy to be convinced, and to slip away in each other’s arms.