Page 99 of Taint My Soul

Not just the arousal and admiration, but the slight sting of guilt and shame bubbling beneath the surface.

None of that matters because we both want this, and damn, the way his pretty eyes take me in does something terrifyingly delightful to my insides. “I love the way you look at me.”

“I want you so badly.” He replies quickly, and he chews on his bottom lip. I grip my shorts and pull them down to my ankles, kicking them aside and standing hot and naked before him.

His eyes glide over my skin carefully, resting on the scars and the tattoos on my chest. “Tell me about the viper tattoo on your back.” He asks meekly.

“I got it on my eighteenth birthday. It was an official welcome into the Black Viper Syndicate.”

“And your brothers? They have it.”

“Yes, Cross and Virgil do.” I respond.

“I like it.” He gets to his feet and closes the gap between us. My breath hitches in my lungs when he touches the scar on my shoulder. “Tell me about this.”

“My first battle scar. I was thirteen.”

“And this tattoo.” His hand glides over the eagle wing tattoo on my chest, flicking over my nipple. My breathing turns uneven the second the sensation washes over me in pure warmth.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me about yours.”

“Well, I only have one tattoo.” He explains and circles me, fingers tracing along my skin. “Bad college decisions. I was really happy that day, and it had been a long time since I was happy, so I got it to always remind me.”

“I got mine after leading my first operation.” I hum excitedly. I notice all the healed scars on his skin. All the scars he carries because of me.

He returns in front of me and snakes his hand around my shoulder. My dick rubs into his thighs, and he leans in and takes my lips in a careless kiss, smiling at me as an urgency burns inside of me. He pulls my bottom lip and winks at me.

“Why must you torture me? You know I love kissing you.”

“We’ve only kissed once.”

“And? I haven’t forgotten how it felt.” I tease with a smirk. “How you taste.” He hums and takes my lips again. The kiss crashes into me, desperate and breathless. My hands snake around his waist, and I back him into the bed carefully. My tongue slides into the warmth of his mouth. He barely gives me room to breathe, taking what he wants. When I try to pull away, his grip tightens around my neck. “Not yet.” He whispers against my lips and steals another kiss.

A part of my broken mind tries to tell me that I’m going against everything I have been taught. That I’m tearing myself open for this man, and I’d regret it in the end. But I don’t listen to that voice because it has only been the source of my misery for years.

Fuck, regrets. I’m doing this, and I’m giving it my all, no matter what it costs.

Mason’s back falls into the bed, and I climb in with him, rigid hands at both sides of his lean-muscled body, looming over him. I pull away from his lips, sliding my tongue over his naked, salty skin.

I pull his nipple with my teeth, and he arches into me, a quiet moan slipping through his teeth. “Do you like that?”

“Yes.” He groans as I take the second nipple. “Fuck.” He whines.

I scatter kisses across his skin, and his intense gaze watches me with raw need in his eyes. “So good.” He groans as our eyes meet through the burning haze of tension. My wet tongue traces down his V-line and over his leaking dick. I grip his shaft with my hand and pump twice. His body aches with pure pleasure as his hand cups the base of my skull. “Shit, Saint.” He curses under his breath.

I have never done this before, and I hope I get it right. I hope I give him the pleasure his body desperately shudders for. I hope I’m enough. All of me.

My lips wrap around the crown of his dick, and I bob my head around his length. He sits up a little, supporting his body on his elbow while his other hand tightens around my skull. I pull off my lips, and he whines at the loss of my wet heat.

“Tell me if it’s good.”

“It is.” He bites his lower lip as I take his length into my mouth and suck down to the base. His dick easily glides down my throat, and he makes a deep guttural sound while I pull up, coating his length with saliva. “Fuck, you’re doing so well.” He whispers.

My hands slide under his waist so I can place him in a better position, giving me access to his balls and hole. My thumb slides down his perineal raphe, over to his puckered hole. A broken sound escapes my lips when he thrusts into the heat of my mouth. I gag, pulling back as air floods into my mouth.

“Do that again.” I tell him and swallow down to his shaft.

“I like how beautiful you look with your lips wrapped around my dick.” He praises. His word sends a sensational chill through me, causing my eyes to glisten.