Page 18 of Grace's Revelation
I winced. It didn’t hurt, but the scar tissue was sensitive. Combined with all the blood being brought to the surface of my skin, it tingled under his fingertips.
He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and ran it over my entry wound. He rubbed my essence over it and leaned over and kissed it. His tongue darted out and he tasted me.
My body shuddered.
He licked the skin toward the exit wound and tongued the little dimple on my side before putting his whole mouth over it and sucking it like he was sucking the poison out of a snakebite. Like he was sucking the life out of me. As if he could draw out the pain of our pasts and shared mistakes if he sucked hard enough.
I squirmed against him.
He held my body down.
“Mase.”
He let go with a smack of his lips. He ran his hand over it, spread his fingers wide and covered my whole side.
I sat up and lifted his head, stared into his bright eyes.
He had tears in them.
His tears sparked the floodgates in my own.
It was sadness and regret. He was always so expressive in his face. I could read him like a well-loved novel, and he didn’t have to speak. Didn’t have to say he was sorry. I grasped on to something in his soul, focused and firm.
He’d never push me away again.
As we stared at each other, some how I knew. We knew. We were in this together. Come what may, we were ride or die. I hope against hope it wouldn't come down to that.
He kissed me hard. His hand wiped the tears from my face as he held me to him. He laid me down and climbed on top of me and pushed my knees apart.
The intensity of his kiss, the heat of his body on mine, I felt calm under a raging storm. Usually I was the storm.
He leaned back and stared down at me.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered against my lips.
I licked my lips.
He licked my swollen mouth
“For what?” I whispered against his.
He reached between us and grabbed himself. He lined up at my entrance and slid himself home.
We both groaned as he entered me.
I flashed back to the first time we had been together, and tears came to my eyes again. I was so innocent, naive, I had seen some shit, but I always felt protected from the bad stuff in the world.
Now, I knew no one was immune to it. Bad stuff happened to everyone and words and promises meant shit.
“Never mind.” I didn’t need to know. If he was sorry, he’d show me. I would give him the chance because the one thing I did learn over the last few years was, I could survive without Mase Scott. It fucking sucked, but I could do it. “Me, too.”
He narrowed his eyes.
I spread my legs and rocked my hips up.
He crawled on his knees and sat up.
I sat up on my elbows.
