Page 296 of Ominous: Part 1
Her lips press together. They’re tinted blue. Then she says, “Hurt me like you want to hurt her.”
An unwelcome heat infects my veins, my pulse pounding in my temples.
“If it makes you feel better,since you can’t fucking talk about it.”
She has no idea. She doesn’t know what happened to me, but her words are scarily apt. It’s like our souls know every secret, no matter how black.
I grab her face. And I do what she said, pushing her back under as she takes a breath before she sinks below the surface.
I flex my fingers, clawing at the material of her clothes, feeling her breastbone under my hand.
I need to be more careful with you.
I know you’re not her. You’re not. Not even close.
You’re so fucking precious.
But I can’t be careful.
I don’t know how.
I don’t want to know.
This is love, this is love, this is love.
Her fingers rake down my face, over the scratches she already put there. I know she doesn’t want to come up. She just wants to hurt me back.
Her body moves beneath me, her knees drawing up, closing toward my hips, but the angle makes it feel even better.
I don’t stop.
I pick my head up, seeing her twist her face, but I’m latched onto her, and my hand just goes where she goes as bubbles leave her lips.
I feel my release tightening, and the longer I watch her struggle beneath me, not wanting up, just wanting to give me exactly what I want to see, the closer I get. Her fingers rake across my eyes.
They water, but then she dives for my choker. She twists it, and it cuts into my neck.
I don’t care. Choke me, Eden. Make me feel it too. I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care.
I can’t breathe either, but only for a moment.
Her grip loosens.
I’m so close, and she feels so good around me. Everything feels perfect, just like this.
In the distance, I hear something.
I don’t care.
It’s just her. It’s just me.
It’s just us.
I haul her up, hearing the gasp of her breath, water dripping down her hair and cascading over her face as I shift us both back, never leaving her, and she’s still gulping in air, her chest rising and falling as fast and as high as it can beneath my hand. I brush her wet hair from her eyes, staring into them as her lips are parted and she tries to catch her breath.
I don’t stop.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this.” With my handprint over her face, little halfmoons from my nails along either side of her cheekbones. I know I look much the same.Like she owns me.
