But I was too far gone to push him away. Writhing in ecstasy against him, I moaned when I felt his wet heat shoot inside me, sending me higher. We shuddered as we came together.
Afterwards, we clutched each other, panting through our post-fucked state of bliss and not caring that the waves were lapping our sides. We rolled onto our backs and stared up at the night sky. The sound of the crashing surf relaxed me further. Peering up I could see no other houses around, and realized the isolation that surrounded us.
Uneasiness welled in my gut. “What did you mean there’s always a price?”
He turned to look at me. “Pain is relative.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’re still so young. So dreadfully naive.”
“I’m not.”
He turned his head to look at me. “Had you stayed at Hillenbrand, they would have killed you.”