Page 24 of Burning Souls

“I don’t even know I’m doing it. Most of the time, I black out or I’m unable to control the urges.” Every emotion is running through my mind. It takes everything in me not to cry.

I lean up toward him, our eyes locking.

“Do you want the truth?” I ask, knowing I'm about to say the things I think every time I look in the mirror, waiting to shatter into pieces, but it never does. I always leave with the reflection of how broken and useless I am.

“Angel, I want you to tell me why you do what you do so I can understand.” I hesitate for a single second. Do I really want to be vulnerable? I was always taught it was a bad thing, but how long can I keep this buried before it comes to the surface and blows up? Then, what will I be? Just a pile of ash waiting to be brushed away like I was never on this earth.

“I pick my skin because when I look at myself in the mirror, I see a broken person, someone who is revolting.” Tears are waiting to fall, streaming down my face, but I know I can't. I need to act strong, even if the words spilling from my mouth are anything but that.

“All I see is the little girl in me screaming at me to do something, anything that I don't deserve to be alive, so picking at my skin gives me the pain I'm being screamed at that I deserve. Sometimes, all I want to do is put myself in the position of those I get rid of upstairs. Maybe it's me who should be there, not them." Tobias looks at me like I just stabbed him over and over, leaving him to bleed out. I knew I should've kept my mouth shut, no one needs to know the darkness that stays within me, the evil spirits that shunt my soul, taking away a little piece of me every time I hurt myself. When I'm giving myself pain, I feel whole, like I'm the real me.

“Angel, look at me.” His hand cups my chin, pulling my face up toward him. Tears scream as his thumb wipes them away. It's such a simple thing, but it's the nicest thing a man has done for me.

“You have been through more than any person should. If you leave this world, we go together. There isn't any of you in this, there is us and only us. You are not alone, Angel. I love you more than I ever have before, so let me in, show me the darkness around you." His words are soft, something I never get off of him, but the fact that he said it's us and not me is all I needed to hear. Now, all I want to do is hide away, but that's not going to happen. As he places his hand outward to me, we interconnect as our footsteps falter.

His lips trace my earlobe to my back, placing soft, everlasting kisses all the way up to my lips. He takes me into his embrace, devouring our lips together.

“Angel, you are perfect. If a little crazy.” He stops, lifting me so I’m straddling him.

His dick hardens instantly at my touch.

“Come with me. I think you deserve a reward.”He puts me down as he takes my hand in his, he walks me up the stairs and turns left. He then opens the door, letting me enter the bathroom.

Tobias locks the door after us, and the noise of the shower shocks me, turning me around. Tobias’ clothes are already stripped, and he is off standing in the shower. His cock harder than ever, pre-cum already spilling from the tip, making my mouth water at the sight.

My clothes are stripped to the floor in the corner. I stand, taking in the full view of Tobias as he lets the water drip from his hair to the floor.God, he’s so sexy.

“Are you coming to join me?” He puts his hand out for me to grab, but I stay put, loving the image I'm seeing from this angle.

“Touch yourself. I want you to touch yourself.” The room is silent for a moment before Tobias grabs his balls in his hands, rubbing them, then moving both his hands onto each other in an up-and-down motion on his cock.

I’m drooling at the sight as I watch him jerk off. I walk forward, stepping into the shower. My hand reaches out, ready to take over, but Tobias slaps it away.

“You said you wanted to watch. This is watching,” he states, moving back and not letting me help him.Fuck.

“You're right, but why can’t I taste you?” Fuck, those words alone have me dropping to my knees, my mouth wide open ready to take him.

“Fuck, Angel, you can taste me anyway.” He thrusts his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I’m following his rhythm, moving my head back and forth as he face fucks me, sending me into oblivion.

“Fuck, baby, just like that. You’re doing so well. Keep going.”

I’m so turned on. All I want is his mouth on my pussy, licking my clit, having me shaking and coming all over his face.

I pick up speed, taking him faster, but he steps away, leaving my mouth.

“Put your leg up so I can see how glistening your pussy is for me,” he demands. I rest my hands on either side of the tiles, lifting one leg. He wasn’t wrong. I’m soaking wet for him.

“So fucking pretty, Angel,” he growls, removing the showerhead, adjusting the pressure, and making sure it’s the best one. He lowers it to my pussy, resting the water on my clit.Fuck. My head falls back.

“Fuck, please don’t stop,” I beg just as the water pressure is removed from my entrance and put back minutes later. Tobias keeps getting me close to coming and then removing any pleasure I was ready to ride out.

“To-Tobias, please let me come,” I beg, struggling to get my words out as I become dizzy.

“Angel, you will cum, but it won’t be from this showerhead. It will be around my cock as I’m pounding deep inside you.” Those words send me over the edge.

He removes the shower head, puts it back, and shuts the water off as my body sags against him until he’s carrying me, bride-style, out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. Tobias throws me on my black and white bedding.

He crawls up the bed, landing between my legs and parting them.

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