Page 31 of Lost in Her
Chapter Ten
Ethan
I lift my hand and place it firmly against the broken mirror, feeling the little pieces of glass entering my skin.But I don’t fucking care.I don’t care about the pain it causes—all I care about is Jenn.She tightens her grip around my neck pulling me into her, deepening the kiss.
I feel my heart racing as I open my eyes and look at her.Her eyes are closed as I use my other hand to move between us.I slowly move up her dress and find that she is completely naked underneath.I grab my dick and place it at her entrance.She doesn’t open her eyes as I push inside her, feeling her heat wrap around me as I wrap my arm around her, leaning into my hand still against the mirror.
The pain from the mirror and the pleasure from her is making my heart race.
She pulls back and leans her head against the mirror.a moan escapes her as I start to pick up the pace.I just told her I killed her father.And now she is giving herself to me in the only way she knows how.
This is her way of telling me that it is okay, that she is okay.
This is her way of processing through all the fucked-up shit.We are both better at physical actions than words.
I lean forward and shove my face into her neck, taking in a deep breath, her father’s blood now on her.
“Ethan.”She whispers my name through the moan escaping her throat.I continue to pick up the pace, her body now moving with me.
Tristan is still alive, but her father isn’t.I killed one of the devils today.And tomorrow I will kill him.Tristan thinks I made a mistake by killing Gael.But I didn’t.I will never fucking regret having his blood on my hands.
It had to be done.The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know—Gael was never going to stop.He was never going to let her go.And I am not good at sharing.
I have killed one threat today but tomorrow brings on a whole new threat—a war I never wanted to happen, but I’m willing to fight.For her.For her I am willing to fucking do anything.
She understands.She understands me.I can feel it in her touch, the way her body reacts to me.She is fucking perfect.I can hear it in her moans.Her whispers.She doesn’t blame me.She doesn’t hate me for what I had to do.
She is showing me why we are so perfectly shattered together.The mixture of pain and pleasure, bringing us both to the peak.
I need her more now than I did even a few hours ago.She is my everything and I know in this moment that I am hers too.
