Page 104 of Drown Like Heaven
“Say you’remine.”
“I’m yours,” I moaned, not sure if I meant it. But I wanted to mean it. I wanted it to be true.I don’t know how that happened.
Heat spread up from my thighs, flooding my core. My pussy throbbed and I whimpered, face down on the floor.
I sucked in a harsh breath, not prepared for the sting of his invasion, but craving it nonetheless.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Mine. You’re so goddamn pretty. So soft. So perfect.”
Tiny drops of water were spraying out of the open shower door, misting me with coldness. Droplets accumulated on my skin and dripped down into the bathmat, leaving chills and shivers in their wake as fresh goosebumps covered me.
Seeming to notice I was cold, Mason flipped me onto my back, dragging me back into the shower. I gasped as he pushed my legs out wide, covering me with his body. I wrapped my legs around his torso, the warm water pummeling his shoulders and flowing onto my body as I lay flat on the tile. Mason’s shirt was soaked completely through, sticking to his torso, showing off every perfectly carved inch of him.
I want you so badly. I want this all the time.
Initially, I’d hoped not to get my hair wet. But that ship had sailed now, because Mason was fucking me on the shower floor, water pouring over both of us, dripping off his nose and chin then landing on my face.
He fucked me hard and fast and angry andI loved it.
We were toxic together, and I knew this wasn’t going to last forever, and I also knew it would destroy me when it ended, but for now…I needed it.
When I looked at him, I could see the end. Even now.
We weren’t meant to last very long. Burn bright, then burn out. Or maybe we’d just kill each other.
But whatever happened, I wanted it. I wanted to be here with him through all of it.
He could handle me, and I could handle him.
For a second, I let myself imagine that impossible future, the one in which we ended up together. It was a daydream, a stupid thought. But my heart ached with it, swelled with it, bled for it.
Maybe in some alternate universe it was true that we could touch without hurt, feel without drowning.
Just not this one.
I cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers, watching Mason’s muscular body move with my mouth open, panting harshly. My impossible, terrible, perfect, storm of a man.
After a minute, I slipped one hand down so I could rub my clit, still staring at the real life porn above me. His hair was wet and dark and hanging in his face, reminding me of when I met him in the ocean, and his straight brows were furrowed with concentration.
“When did you learn how to lie?” he asked without ceasing his movements. Just another piece of me he wanted to steal for himself.
“When I was fourteen,” I answered honestly, but I didn’t give him the rest of the sentence.When I was fourteen, and an older boy started sticking his dick in me. He taught me to lie for him.
“Who taught you?”
“That’s a secret.”
“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he groaned, leaning forward to bury his face in my shoulder while he continued to fuck me. “I want to know.”
Too bad. You don’t get to know.
It didn’t take me long to come after that, and Mason followed me shortly, spurting ropes of cum on my stomach and tits while grunting my name into the hot water and steam. He kissed the bottom of my foot after that, the one with the scar from when I’d stepped on glass running from him. It made me feel…cared for.
Despite the fact I only had that injury because of him.
Eventually, he let me stand so I could actually shower. I was a little pissed now about my wet hair, and the general state of the morning.
“You’re really annoying,” I said loudly, so Mason could hear me through the glass. He was out of the shower now, naked with his wet clothes hung over the side of the bathtub while he shaved his face.
