Page 44 of Borrowed
“Yes,” I moaned.“Please.”
I couldn’t tell where the water ended, and he began.
Toby pressed his mouth to my shoulder, my neck, and the curve of my spine like he was kissing something sacred.His breath hitched every time I gasped, every time I shifted in his lap.The water had gone still around us, thick and warm now, like it’d taken on our heat.
Our filth.
His fingers grazed between my thighs again.I twitched, moaning, head tipping back against his shoulder.
“I want you to say it,” he whispered, voice like a funeral prayer.“Right here.In this water.While God watches.Tell me you want to feel my cock.Tell God you want to break beneath me, scream to him the hell I’ll make you feel before you see his heaven.”
“I want you,” I breathed.“Toby, I need you—I need?—”
“You need me,” he echoed, one hand bracing my hip as he guided himself against me.
I couldn’t see him behind me, but I could feel his cold, smooth skin…naked now.
“Like air.Like sin.”
The stretch of him was slow, maddening.I cried out in a silent scream as he slid inside, deeper than memory, deeper than any man should be in his twin sister, but right where he belonged.
He laughed.Low and wicked.
“Shhh, Sister.You’ll wake the saints.”
I clutched the edge of the font, knuckles white, water sloshing with every thrust of his hips.His name spilled out of my mouth like tongues.
“Toby, Toby, Toby,” and every time I said it, I felt more like his.
Like something borrowed.
Something ruined.
Something mine.
The marble was cold against my chest, but his hands were fire.
The cold leaves a burn.One gripping my breast, the other splayed over my stomach, holding me there like I might disappear.He moved harder now, grunting against my ear, muttering curses in Dutch between growls of my name.
“Mine…fuck, mine…you’re every broken, beautiful piece of me, do you hear me?There is no you without me.You are mine.”
“Yes,” I sobbed, back arching.“Only you, just you.I love you, Toby.”
“I’ll bury you if I have to,” he hissed.“Keep you in a glass box, keep your pussy tight and perfect forever.I won’t let you go.Ever.I have burned for you.I always will.”
I felt my skin rip with his size, the power of his body, the speed of his strength.He was wild, wicked, and possessing.
Mother was right.I was possessed.
By love.
By need.
By the fact that without my twin, I’d disappear into the mist.
My climax hit like a divine punishment, loud, soaking teeth sinking into my wrist to stop the scream.And even then, he didn’t stop.
He wrapped a hand around my throat, fucked me into the water harder, and made the font shake like the church itself was rejecting us.
