Page 40 of Unwell
Her words brought a lump to my throat. Every ounce of reason in my head screamed at me to stop.Instead, I pushed deeper, marvelling at the tender, ridged feel of her.
Her moan morphed into a sob, her chest rising in sharp bursts. A wild need filled her eyes as she dug her nails into my skin, forcing me deeper still.
‘Elijah,’ she gasped. ‘Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.’
A spike of jealousy hit me at his name in her mouth while it was my fingers coated with her slickness.
Dark circles appeared once more, and the urge to see her overwhelmed me. I tugged her nightdress high to expose her nakedness beneath. The more pent up she became at the insistence of my fingers, the more the yellow liquid beaded from a dozen tiny points on her hard nipples. It mesmerised me.
When her thighs tightened around my hand, I lost the battle to stay away, leaning forward and pressing my tongue against the milky flesh. She tasted like condensed milk, and a tear escaped as longing welled up in me. Why couldn’t I do what she did? Why did my body reject my babies while she flourished with hers?
Jealousy nipped at me, and in turn, I sank my teeth into a pink nipple. A gush of sweetness filled my mouth while Ginny gave a sordid gasp.
Shame hit me and I dragged myself upright, wiping my mouth on the back of my arm. Ginny’s cunt fluttered against my buried fingers, all heat and need.
I couldn’t drag my eyes from her face. A paradigm of innocence and ruin colliding in the twitch of her lips. The spot between my legs grew nearly as wet as hers as I watched her body respond. Watched her writhe undermy hand. Watched the taut swell of her belly wriggle with life.
It could bemine.
For a moment, I believed it.
I could claim her baby.Claim Ginny.
Take them both home with me.
Her thighs quaked, warm wetness dripping between my fingers. Her moans rose before breaking into sobs. Her nails marked my arms as I whimpered in pain.
The sound of her crying cut through me. Ginny’s face crumpled as tears streaked down her cheeks, even as her body thrummed under my touch.
‘Elijah,’ she whimpered. ‘Don’t leave me again. Don’t leave me.’
Something inside me snapped.
Horror surged.
I ripped my hand away as if scalded. Much to her dismay. Before she could complain, I pulled her into my arms and crushed her to my chest.
‘I’m not Elijah,’ I said fiercely as shame wrapped around me. ‘He’s not here. You’re safe. Safe with me.’
She collapsed against me, a pile of sobbing, stuttering breath.
I held her tighter as I fought the waves of shame and longing that washed over me.
Because I had touched her.Wanted her.
Wanted to steal the life she carried.
And I didn’t know if I could stop.
TWENTY-FOUR
GINNY
My bed shifted beneath me as a weight dipped the mattress.
Forcing my eyes open, I inhaled that familiar peppery scent. It filled my senses until I sighed happily. That smell meant he had come back to me. I hoped he was less angry than the last time he came to me.
‘Elijah.’ His name was like a mumbled prayer.
