Page 166 of Taint My Soul

“Yes, baby, I do.” I slide my hand around his waist. “I’m desperate for you.”

“Show me, then.” He steps back, and I straighten my spine, throat working as I swallow. He turns on his heel and strides toward the door. Before he slips through the ajar exit, he looks over his shoulder and walks into the hallway.

Every part of my body burns with heat, my restraint getting thinner and thinner. Before I can take my next breath, I barrel out the doors and meet him all the way up the stairs. I peel my jacket off my body so violently that it makes him giggle.

He can see it in my eyes. Of course, he can. How much I’ve wanted him for the past few days. How I can’t fucking wait to have him all to myself. To give myself to him.

I love it so much when he takes control, making me his desperate, pathetic lover. I love being that for him. I didn’t think I’d ever want intimacy in a way that’s surrendering, but Elio makes me want it so much I’m so greedy for it.

I take the staircase two at a time until I’m up on the landing. My long, purposeful strides catch up to him before he enters the bedroom.

I snatch him around the waist and make him face me, taking his lips in a kiss. A grunt scrapes out of my throat as I back him up to the bed. We tear each other’s clothes off our bodies, tossing them around and making a mess on the floor.

“Fuck.” I whimper.

“I’m the boss tonight. Okay?” he grunts as he kisses me again.

“Whatever you want from me, I’m ready to give, little devil. I’m so fucking desperate for you, baby.” I groan.

“Anything.”

“Yes.” I nod firmly.

“Kneel.”

I go on my fucking knees without question. Whatever my little devil wants, he fucking gets.

I look up at him, eyes hooded with intense need. He stares down at me in awe, brushing his fingers over my lips.

I’m a goner for Elio Layton-King, and I don’t fucking mind.

“You love me on my knees, don’t you?” He smirks. “Hmm, hmm.” I grunt.

“Get on the bed.”

I don’t waste a second. I’m on the bed before he even blinks.

Before he gets in, I reach for the nightstand and take out the bottle of lube. He pulls down his shorts and gets on the bed with me while I stare at him, all hot and fucking bothered.

For me. For this.

“Tell me you’re as desperate for me as I am for you, little devil.”

“Fuck, I am. I think of you every second of every day. I always wonder what you’re doing, what you’re thinking… if you’re thinking about me. I’ve been thinking about touching you.” His hands move all over my chest as his seductive gaze studies my skin. “I got this tattoo for you, remember?”

My eyes drop to my name neatly written on his dark skin, slightly above his waistline.

We both tattooed each other’s names at the exact spot on our bodies.

“Yes, you did,” I whisper, voice thinning with want. What amazes me through this is how easy it got for me to be in the moment with him. How much of myself I give to him every day as much as he gives to me as well.

I lean forward, hands resting on his cheeks as I kiss him. I can’t handle his teasing any fucking more. My hand circles his waist as I pull him closer.

The kiss burns hot and intense. He breaks the kiss and pushes me down onto the bed, pressing kisses all over my skin. He takes my nipples into his teeth and pulls taut. My body coils tightly with desire.

“Fuck. That’s it.”

“You like it.”