Page 16 of Sinner: Before Rain
The feeling of her presence in that room was strong. Standing over her bed, it felt like she was almost there with me, as if I were looking down at her sleeping.
I can feel it.
Her energy matches mine, but it has never been given the opportunity like mine to come out and shine.
The need to protect is new to me. But for her, I will do it.
She is still too innocent for this world, but I plan to change that.
Stepping back, a picture of her on her nightstand catches my eye, dark black hair, hazel eyes, and a bright smile stares back at me. Delicate pale skin and her cute nose.
Picking up the cheap plastic white frame, my finger traces along her face.
Captivated.
She is mine.
I just got back into town.
Impulse took over, and now I am here at the tattoo shop, which also does my piercings.
I’m giving her something no one else has had. Something that is truly and only hers.
Rain possesses me.
I am all fucking hers.
Shane’s annoying voice interrupts my thoughts, “You can’t fuck for a few weeks after you do this.”
Laying on the piercing table, my soft cock hangs out of my pants. “I don’t care, just do it.”
My tone is short and impatient.
I won’t be fucking anyone else ever again.
She won’t be mine for a couple more weeks. It’s plenty of time for it to heal.
His gloved hands grip me. He was going to use a clamp, but I told him to man up, it’s just a dick.
My eyes focus on his movements as the thick, large needle pierces through my sensitive head.
I know my pupils are dilated. It happens when I play with my human toys, and I am experiencing the same feeling with this.
Excitement, the thrill, it’s fucking beautiful.
He reaches for the barbell jewelry and pushes it behind the needle, following it through my cock.
The needle finishes threading through my flesh, and the end of the barbell joins as he twists the ball on tightly.
As he finishes cleaning off the area, which barely even bled, I think about how my entire life was leading up to this moment.
My mind and body have never reacted this way toanother human, these feelings are unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Her name has ignited something inside of me. Woken a beast I didn’t know was there. This beast isn’t like my others. It causes warmth in my chest just by thinking of her.
Then the need to see her and be near her takes over.
Sitting up, I grip the waist of my jeans and quickly slide them up my legs, and I hop down off the table.
“Dude, chill. Be gentle. You don’t want that shit getting caught on anything. It will fucking hurt like nothing you have felt before,” my piercer warns.
