Page 297 of Ominous: Part 1
But something else is in her wide, fearful eyes.
I don’t stop.
Not even when I hear the creak of a gate. The thud as it closes.
I keep my hand along the side of her face, the other pressed into her sternum, and she lifts her arms up, resting them along the wet cement, elbows bent as she lets me have all of her without a fight.
“Thank you,” I gasp out, dropping my temple to hers, inhaling the chlorine, feeling the dampness, the cold of her skin, of her lips. “Thank you.” A jagged sound leaves my lips and I’m coming, the release tightening every muscle of my body, every thought in my brain.
My eyes flutter closed, our noses together, my lips on hers, but we’re not kissing.
“Eden,” I whisper.“Baby.”
I see stars. I see nothing. It’s just us.
It’s just us.
I stop moving, collapsing on top of her, my arms to either side of her, her chest heaving beneath mine, nearly crushed by the pressure of my hand.
My eyes close.
I feel her heart flying beneath my ear.
She doesn’t touch me, still giving in. Whatever I want, whatever I need, she’d give it to me, wouldn’t she?
I think of her twisting the choker along my neck.
I’m still buried inside of her.
I think about kids.
I feel sick, especially with the look she gives me now. Bulging eyes, rasping breaths, her lips are trembling. She’s a fucking terrified mess.
My lips are parted, the material of her skirt stuck to the edge of them as I try to breathe, to get it out of my head, her shame.
My hands circle into fists.
I want to hit something. The good feeling from fucking her is so fleeting. It’s like I need it again, and again, and again.
Her body starts to shake beneath me.
She’s freezing, and she almost drowned, and she hurt me, too, she becameme,and she’s…she’swithme. This is what happens when someone is with me.
I drag my palms along the concrete, feeling the pricks against my skin as I cup her arms beneath her wet jacket, goosebumps over every inch of her I touch.
Her heart feels as if it’s tripping in her chest.
I don’t pick my head up. I don’t look at her.
“I’m here, Eden.”
Her trembling is violent, and I squeeze my eyes shut. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t touch me. A sound leaves her lips, between a sob and a scream.
I know. I know what it’s like, being with me.
But I don’t say that. Instead, what comes out is,“You hurt me too.”
Her shaking worsens.
