Page 191 of Ominous: Part 1
I want to do this for him.I want to. I want to.
He goes faster, painfully so, the sound of our hips colliding adding to the hurt, my clit swollen, opening my lips to the point I can feel his hips graze against it with every thrust.
I grab his arms, but I don’t try to push him off anymore.
Don’t stop.
“I’m almost there, baby. I’m almost… almost…” His voice cracks, then he’s whimpering into my ear, panting, groaning my name. Coming completely undone. It sounds so beautiful, it’s enough to break my heart.
“Eden, fuck. Eden, Eden, Eden.”
Just like the first time, it’s like a song inside my head as his body tenses and releases over mine, his cum inside of me, claiming me,marking me.
I always want to be yours. I only ever want you to saymyname.It’s the last thought I have before my vision goes black.
I can still feel him, his palm pressed painfully over my face, stealing my air,killing me.
And I can still hear him, something he should never say. “I need you.” It’s strangled words, I don’t know if I’m conscious, or dreaming them.“I need you so much.”
Then I blink.
I suck in air, feeling his hand cupping my face, gentle.
My vision is blurry, but as I keep blinking, keep breathing, it clears.
I don’t know how much time has passed. A minute? A second? Hours? I glance out the window, noting nothing has changed. It’s still dark.
Eli jerks my chin toward him.
His eyes aren’t wide. He doesn’t look alarmed. Just… tired. Spent. Satiated.I passed out, and did he panic?
No.
“There you are.” He whispers the words, his knee against the seat, his back hunched as he gives me space to breathe, his thumb over my bottom lip.
I realize my hands are limp by my sides.
I realize, too, I’m empty. I’m all wet and used and satisfied, but empty.
His pants are pulled up, his boxers sticking up out of the top.
Glancing down, my skirt is still hiked around my waist, my underwear on the floorboard.
“How do you feel, baby?” He has the softest smile on his face.
My own throbs, and I flex my jaw.
He frowns, tracing two fingers along my jawline. “Talk to me.”
“I…” I trail off, unsure of what to say, feeling disoriented, strangely high, but subdued. “I’m sorry.” I don’t know why I say it. Maybe because of the look of concern on his face. The way he now seems troubled.
But with my words, he’s moving too fast for me to comprehend.
He’s spinning us again, one arm scooping around my back as he drops into the seat, and I’m in his lap, knees around his hips. I’m a little dizzy, the interior of the car spinning, and he’s putting the seat up, then he’s hugging me to his chest, his lips to the crown of my head.
I huddle against him, my fingers clasped together, tucked under my chin as I just breathe and close my eyes.
“You’re okay,” he says, his strong body capturing mine to him. “I’m here.” He kisses me again, hugging me tighter. “Just relax. We can stay like this. We don’t have anywhere to be.” All things I didn’t know I needed him to say until he says them.
