Page 177 of Undisputed Chaos
I watched her face as she traced the tattoos that covered my damaged skin, her touch gentle over evidence of my birthers’ cruelty.
"These tell your story," she said softly, fingers following the line of a particularly vicious scar that wrapped around my ribs. "Every mark led you to me. Made you who you are."
She leaned down, pressing kisses along the path her fingers had traced.
Each touch was absolution, forgiveness for the sin of believing I was beyond redemption.
"You see beauty where there should only be ugliness," I said, voice cracking with the weight of her acceptance.
"I see the man I love," she corrected, looking up at me with eyes that held no judgment. "All of him. Every beautiful, broken, perfect piece."
Her hands explored the scars on my torso, mapping territory that belonged to her now.
Each kiss she pressed against the raised ridges beneath my tattoos sent fire straight through my veins, every mark a story she claimed with her lips.
"Enough," I growled, the word torn from my chest as I gripped her shoulders. “It’s my turn.”
I flipped us, pinning her beneath me on the rumpled sheets. Her eyes went wide with anticipation as I settled my weight over her.
She looked like a goddess spread out for my worship.
"Adrian," she breathed, hands reaching for me, but I caught her wrists, pressing them into the mattress above her head.
"Stay," I commanded, voice rough with need. “Be a good girl.”
My hands moved to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over nipples that hardened instantly under my touch.
She arched into me, a soft moan escaping her lips as I squeezed the soft flesh, positioning myself between the valley of her cleavage.
"Fuck, these big tits,” I groaned, sliding my cock between her breasts, the friction sending sparks up my spine. "So fucking made for my cock.”
I spit onto her sternum and pressed her breasts together against my shaft, creating the most exquisite pressure as I began to thrust slowly.
The head of my cock emerged between the soft mounds with each stroke, dark and swollen, already leaking precum that slicked the path between her tits.
“Fucking hot,” I rasped, watching her face as I fucked her breasts with increasing intensity. “You make me feral.”
"Yes," she gasped, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “I love it.”
My hips snapped forward as I chased the building pressure. Her skin was silk and fire beneath me, the perfect cradle for my cock as I lost myself in the rhythm.
When she craned her neck forward, tongue flicking out to taste the head of my cock as it appeared, I nearly lost it.
"Fuck, Isla," I snarled, grip tightening on her breasts. "Keep doing that and I'll?—"
The orgasm hit like lightning, pleasure tearing through me as I came hard across her face and lips.
Thick ropes of cum painted her cheeks, her parted lips, dripping down her chin in obscene streams that made her look thoroughly debauched and absolutely stunning.
I grinned, leaning down and running my tongue along her lips, licking my cum right off her skin.
She moaned into my mouth, the act so filthy and intimate it made my hungry dick twitch with interest already.
"Mine," I murmured against her mouth, tongue delving deep to share the taste. "All mine."
"Yours," she agreed breathlessly, hands finally free to tangle in my hair. "Always yours."
I kissed my way down her body, pausing to worship her breasts and stomach before continuing lower.
