Page 141 of We Are Yours
“Here, baby? You want me here?”
“Oh God … yes … right there…” Her moans got louder and louder, squeezing the hell out of me.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.”
I savored the moment, worshipping her for I don’t know how long, wanting her to feel me in the morning. I came so hard.
My vision blurred.
My body trembled right along with hers.
Both of us went over the edge together, where I could barely see straight.
We stayed like that, in our safe haven that would eventually turn into our hell. It felt as if an eternity had passed between us, and it still wasn’t enough time with her.
It was never enough time with her.
Kissing all over her face again, I slowly, unwillingly, pulled out of her, causing her to wince from the sting of me.
I kissed the tip of her nose and got up, going straight into the bathroom. Needing a minute to myself for what I wasn’t prepared to face. “Fuck.” I looked in the mirror.
How could I do this to her?
My emotions once again held me hostage while I cleaned myself up. Taking a solid breath, I dampened a washcloth to clean her up and made my way back into my bedroom.
The next thing I knew she was kissing all over my face, wrapping her arms and legs around me, seeking the comfort she needed in my embrace. I kissed her, softly pecking her lips, taking my time with each stroke of my tongue as it tangled with hers.
I tasted her tears.
Her hope.
When I opened my eyes, I saw every sentiment I felt through her gaze. We locked eyes.
I surrendered.
To her.
To us.
But only until she fell asleep in my arms. Then Melody’s ghost made her presence known, and I couldn’t resist.
The torment.
The pain.
The guilt.
It completely ate away at me.
I didn’t sleep, seeing her ghost in front of me all night.
Crying for forgiveness, she begged for a chance to be our mother.
It was too late. I killed her.
When the vision of her became too much, when this house became too much, when everything around me became too much, including the woman in my arms…
I followed in Melody’s footsteps.
