With one swift move, he jerks his shirt over his head, revealing the smooth lean muscle there and the tattoos that marks his right side. A forest, fir trees stretching from his hip to his rib cage, going from his front and disappearing around his back. As he moves, I see the stag at the base of the trees, looking out into the unknown. It’s all done in dark inks, appearing more like a beautiful sketch than something permanent. A work of art I’d like to trace and study, but I don’t have time for that as he kicks off his own pants and boots. He even rips off his socks, so he doesn’t slide from the roof.

“Did you moan for the others?” he asks as he comes back over me. “Did you scream out their name as you creamed on their cocks?”

“Yes,” I answer honestly, looking into his eyes. “You thinking of doing me something better?”

He grins. “Oh, I’m going to imprint on your soul, rabbit. Just you wait.”

Achilles leans down and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking until I’m arching my back and begging for more. Only when I start to whimper does he move. . .further south than I intended. I look down at the top of his head as he traces his tongue along the planes of my stomach, down to my hipbones, before he settles there, one arm looped around his noose. With our eyes locked on each other, he leans in and swipes his tongue up my slit, dragging it out, making me twitch in anticipation of what he’ll do.

He latches onto my clit and starts to suck so hard, I nearly kick him off me. I would have if not for the way his other arm grabs my thigh and jerks it back open, forcing me to take the punishment, forcing me to mew in protest before he eases his lips.

And then, he does it again.

“What the fuck?” I snarl, jerking at the arm that’s tied while I grab a handful of his hair. “It’s fucking attached, you asshole.”

He laughs against me, the husky chuckle warming me. “Just wanted to see how much punishment you can take,” he says, staring into my eyes. “Because when I fuck you, I’m going to fuck you until you tap out.”

“We have to get some sleep,” I point out. “We’re not at the Ritz right now.”

“Then I guess you’ll tap out,” he replies with a grin. He swipes his fingers through my wetness and sucks his finger into his mouth. “Mm, does the thought of a brutal lover make you wet, rabbit?”

“Fuck off,” I growl, reaching up to try and untie the magic knot he put in the rope. “I changed my mind. I wasn’t looking for a sadist.”