Page 148 of The Young & the Sinner

“They’re kind of small, aren’t they?” she said in a quiet voice.

I shook my head. “They’re perfect. Just perfect little handfuls. And such beautiful, pink nipples. My mouth’s watering just looking at them.”

She offered a small smile, and I could tell by the way her eyes brightened that she was pleased with my answer.

“You know I love everything about your body, don’t you?”

She shrugged. “I guess so.”

“There’s no guessing here, baby. It true. I love everything about this perfect body.” I moved her until she was underneath me. I shot her a playful smile, my hands running up and down her sides. “Say it, baby. Say your body’s perfect for me.”

She shot me a challenging look, but there was mischievous glint to them, and I had to keep myself from laughing out loud. “Or what?”

“Or what, huh? Brave words for such a tiny girl.”

She scoffed. “I’m not that tiny.”

That was where she was wrong. She was so tiny, and infinitely precious to me. I would do whatever it took to make her safe.

I leaned down and kissed her, and I knew a part of her wanted to keep up with this game we’re playing, but a larger part of her wanted my kiss too much. She wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss. And when she least expected it, I tickled her sides.

She startled away, her eyes widening in understanding. Then she was fighting me off, kicking and squirming.

“Mason, no.”

I laughed.

This was cute. She was cute.

Like a little kitten playing tiger.

I easily held her legs away, and grabbing both her wrist in one hand, I pulled them above her head. She was breathing hard now, a small smile threatening to show, and I quite like the way her tits moved with each labored breath.

I shot her a wicked smile. Her eyes narrowed on me. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, but I dare.”

I tickled her before she could say anymore, and she squirmed, trying to get away. But it was futile. I had her fully in my grasp.

She let out a loud, unladylike laugh, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. “Oh, no. Mercy! Mercy! Mason, I’m going to wet myself and then you’ll have to buy a new mattress.”

I laughed and pressed her down the mattress with my body, careful not to let my full weight go, and buried my face in her neck.

It took a while before we both calmed, and I liked that even though I was no longer tickling her, her laughter still lingered in the air. There would be these mini outbursts coming from her every once in a while, making me smile, and wanting to hug her even tighter into me.

Her chest pushed against mine with every breath she took, and I took her skin in my mouth and sucked. I wanted to mark her in every way possible but knew I couldn’t. I took care to make sure I didn’t leave any mark on her skin.

Not when Max rarely ever missed anything.

She ran her hands up and down my back, letting out a content sigh.

“Mason?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

I burrowed myself further into her. I couldn’t look up at her, no matter how much I wanted to. Not at that moment. Not until I got my emotion under control. I kissed the tender flesh I had just abused, over and over again.

Then I cleared my throat before I spoke. “I love you, Olivia.”

So, so much.

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