𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 || a dark romance ✔️

epilogue

warning: this chapter is just smut basically.

CAMILLA

one month later

The hum of the tattoo machine is a constant in the dimly lit room, the sound of it almost hypnotic, vibrating in the space between us.

I've been here before, in the quiet moments before everything shifts.

But tonight's different. Tonight, it's more than just ink, more than just the meaning behind a tattoo.

Cole's kneeling at the edge of the bed, the faint light from the bedside lamp casting shadows over his face as he carefully finishes the design on my thigh.

His hand trembles slightly, not from nerves, but from something darker. A possessiveness that both thrills and unnerves me.

His eyes don't leave the tattoo as he works, and I feel the weight of every movement, every stroke of the needle pressing into my skin.

This isn't just about the tattoo. It's a declaration. A mark, a symbol—something that says i'm yours. He has one of his own saying little raven, and also til' death.

He's already claimed me in every way, but this feels different, more permanent.

I can feel my pulse quicken, a mix of anticipation and excitement swirling inside me as I watch his concentrated gaze.

There's no room for anything else in the world right now—just me, him, the tattoo, and the intensity in his eyes.

And then he's done. The machine goes quiet, and the silence that follows feels heavy, charged. He sets the tattoo gun aside, but his hand lingers on my skin, the pressure of his touch soft, reverent.

"I'm not done with you yet," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, smoky and wild.

My pussy is wet and I guarantee he can see the soaked spot on my panties.

My heart skips a beat. I nod, words failing me, my breath caught in my throat.

He lifts his gaze to mine, something dark and wild flickering there. I know that look too well.

He wants to take control, to push me past the limits of what I think I can handle.

And I'm letting him. I always let him.

Before I can take another breath, Cole's hands are on me—gripping my wrists, pinning them above my head. The suddenness of it makes my chest tighten, my body instinctively pulling against him, but he holds me steady, his grip unyielding.

"You're mine," he growls, his lips brushing against my ear, the words making my heart race. "I've marked you. Now, I'm going to fuck you like I mean it."

The command in his voice sends a shiver down my spine, my body already responding to his dominance.

But there's a dangerous edge to it, a hunger that's raw and untamed. I try to steady my breath, to ground myself, but it's impossible when every part of me is on fire.

"I'm yours, Cole," I whisper, staring at his silver eyes, completely entranced.

His lips crash against mine, a kiss that's rough, desperate, like he's claiming every inch of me, like he's trying to erase all the pain from before with this.

His tongue presses against mine, teeth biting at my lip as if he's marking me, testing me.

His other hand moves down my body, fingers grazing over the tattoo, the one that now links me to him in ways no one can understand.