Page 100 of Drown Like Heaven
My chest started rising and falling quicker, my tongue darting out to lick my lips.
Don’t ask me that.
“I—”
He grabbed my knees and pried my thighs apart, uncrossing my ankles to spread my legs wide, putting my naked body on full display for him. Slick arousal dripped out of me, my nipples tightening, needing attention. Mason noted every reaction my body was having to him, cataloging every unbidden show of arousal with his perceptive gaze, eyes dragging over all the most intimate parts of me.
I couldn’t hide like this. I was beginning to sweat.
He bent forward, palms braced on my inner thighs as he brought his mouth to my stomach, making me jolt. He licked a hot, fast line up over my breast, closing his mouth around my nipple and sucking, flicking his tongue across the tip. I squeezed my eyes shut, a strangled moan falling across my parted lips.
“Was it better before you knew I’d let you come up for air?” Mason asked, dragging his mouth up my neck to speak in my ear, his throat thick with lust. His thumb skimmed over my clit and I shivered.
Fuck.
My belly coiled with unease, with fear, with destructive lust.
“When you thought I might actuallykill you?”
Yes.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think.
He swirled the pad of his thumb through my slickness, bringing it up over my clit again, barely touching me. His other hand covered my breast, finger rubbing over my hard nipple.
“Itwasbetter like that, wasn’t it?”
The darkness in his voice stoked the dangerous fire burning so bright inside of me, his illicit promises working me up, his too-light touch on my clit winding me tighter and tighter, until I was bound so taut I was ready to beg him to justtouchme. To fuck me. He was so fuckingawful.
My eyes rolled back and I was shaking my head, pulse running wild as adrenaline dumped into my bloodstream.
We were too similar. He knew what it was like to want terrible things, too.
He cupped my breast, toying with my nipple, squeezing me, the other gripping the base of his cock. He angled himself towards me, rubbing the head of his dick over my throbbing clit, just like he’d done that day in the ocean. His stare was fixated on the sight of it, him smearing my own wetness all over me. His expression was one of absolute obsession.
I clenched his comforter in my fists at my sides, breathing hard and heavy, watching him crudely slap his erection on my pussy.
As if he could sense my desperation, my pathetic need, he looked up at my face.
Our eyes locked together, and I felt it. Thesomething worse.
He’d told me, in the diner, that he didn’t want to be friends with me. In my head, I’d wondered what he wanted to be.Something worse?Here now, with him unraveling every thought in my head, owning every molecule of my body, pulling me below the surface and holding me there…this was it.
And it felt so good. It felt like everything.
Mason pushed his cock against my entrance, starting to stretch me.
“You’ve thought about worse than drowning, haven’t you?”
The words stole the last of my breath.
As he shoved his cock further into me, all I could think wasI’m so fucked.
I didn’t answer him because Icouldn’t; I couldn’t tell him that, couldn’t let him know the ways I’d imagined him over me like this. With his gun in his hand and aimed at my skull, his cock buried deep inside me…
He kept pressing in and he was so big, and stretching me so much, and I felt so full, and it wasso good—
“Shit, Dakota,” Mason grunted, moving slow and deep, getting me adjusted to his size.
