Page 295 of Ominous: Part 1
I’m so sorry.
I’m not, though.
I’m not.
My chest aches, swelling and bursting, like I’m scratching an itch, like I’m free. Like I’m slipping off of a leash. Like I’m coming undone with her permission for my recklessness.
She doesn’t try to cage me. She doesn’t want me to fall in line.
To her detriment, she wants me to be exactly who I am.
My fingers are pressed along the bones of her cheeks, over her temple, her nose is beneath my palm, and if I pushed any harder, I could break it, with all the force over her face.
You wanted this.
You want to hurt for me.
You got me into this shit in the first place.
And it feels so fucking good.
I look down, dropping my head, seeing where we meet.
Watching my cock driving into her tight cunt, how spread open she is for me, the muscles pulled tight along her thick thighs, jostled with every thrust I make into her. I see the pink of her pussy, her lips stretched around my cock, the slickness of her on my skin.
I bite my lip so fucking hard, I split it, iron on my tongue, mingled with the taste of her when she ran her fingers over my face after she touched herself.
Fuck, I love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I’m so close.
Her hands move from my head, to the back of my neck, then she’s feeling blindly for my face. Her fingers find my eyes.
No, no, no.
You only need me.
You only need me, baby girl.
But I remember how it felt.I remember the fucking terror.
I circle her slender throat, and I lift her head. Just until I hear her gasping out loud, panting, her pulse pounding beneath my thumb over the hollow of her throat, chlorine infecting my senses, I don’t look up.
I don’t stop staring at where we meet, her body jolting every time our hips connect, my breath coming in shallow pants, sweat beading along my neck, rolling over the muscles around my spine.
“Do you want me to stop?” It’s a jagged whisper. There’s only one right answer.
And she gives it, swallowing down air. “No,” she gasps.“No.”Like she’s fighting with herself. Like she hates me for wanting this.She fucking hates me, doesn’t she?“Push me under.Do it again. Push me fucking under, Eli.”
I pause, lifting my eyes to her.
She’s gripping the ledge, tendons in her neck flexed as she strains to keep herself above water. Her eyes are dark.
We stare at one another.
“Beg me.”
