Page 17 of Drown Like Heaven
Fuck.
He was feeding the needle into my vein, coaxing me to join him on his high, trying to get me addicted the way he was.
And it wasworking.
Instead of trying to pry his hand off, I held it down, leaning into the feeling of his immovable strength.
My eyes rolled back, my body squirming and sweating, the sweet agony of suffocation singeing the edges of every sensation given by Mason’s mouth. He wasn’t holding back at all now; he was assaulting me with his touch. Sloppy, messy, fuckingfilthy. I bucked my hips, pushing my shoulder blades into the leather seat as Mason flicked his tongue against my aching clit over and over and over.
Thoughts cycled so fast in my head I could hardly keep track of them, but the persistent, overwhelming feeling was that of pure danger.
I think I regret this. I think I wish I never got back in the car.
I’m in so far over my head right now.
I wanted to breathe, neededair, but I knew he wasn’t going to give it to me. The speed of my pulse was making me shaky, panic building in my body. I was dizzy and weak with the lack of oxygen.
Everything was heightened, almost too much to bear. My head was muffled and foggy, my brain struggling to keep consciousness, but my body was on fire. My lungs burned; my core tightened; heat throbbed relentlessly between my legs. The knot in my belly was getting tighter and tighter, stars bursting in the darkness behind my eyelids.
Mason pushed his hand harder into my face, and I didn’t turn away. Ithurt, the pressure of his palm on my nose, the way my teeth were pressing into the inside of my lips. I could taste my fear, like adrenaline soaked blood dripping over my tongue. It poured down my throat and choked me, but I was so submerged in lust I didn’t care.
This is so wrong. He could kill me. He might.
And I’m not sure he’d even feel bad about it.
Mason curled two fingers inside of me, sucking my clit until I thought I was going to scream or die or just fucking explode into a million pieces. But I couldn’t scream, because I didn’t have any air. I’d never been this sensitive or desperate to come in my life.
It felt so fucking good. So fucking bad.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered I might be about to actually pass out. But it wasn’t like I could get him off me now. In some way, I’d chosen this.
It only took a few more strokes of Mason’s fingers and I was there, being yanked over the edge like someone had just attached a weight to my ankle and thrown me overboard. Every muscle went taut, my brain stalling out as I grasped at his hand. I was slipping, but pleasure was cresting and I’d never,everfelt like this in my life—
And then everything went dark.
“You’re alright,” Mason’s voice was saying, his hand lightly slapping my cheek as I blinked my eyes open, disoriented and weak. “Come here. You’re alright.”
I couldn’t process what was happening; it felt like all my strength had been siphoned right out of me. My hands were shaking. Mason’s mouth was wet and shining with my arousal, his brown eyes watching my face. Pressure in my head was making me tired.
“What just happened?” I mumbled.
“You soaked my face then passed out for like a second.”
My breath sawed in and out of my chest and I just stared at him, eyes trying to open wider, trying to take in my surroundings. Maybe I’d expected him to stop, to not actually let me black out. He was still lazily fingering me with one hand, holding me down with the other.
His fingers twisted and curled inside of my pussy, stretching me, and I could hear my own wetness through the muffled sensation in my skull. I tried to somehow close my thighs,embarrassed by the obvious sounds of my arousal, but Mason pushed them back open wider, the movement making me squeeze his fingers tighter.
“A second?” I asked, voice hoarse. Fog filled my head.
“A few seconds.” His thumb pressed over my mouth, sealing my lips shut, like he didn’t care that I’d just lost consciousness because of him. Like he’d do it again right now.
I had no idea if he was telling the truth.
But I didn’t want him to think I was weak. I wasn’t.
I can lie, too. I can hurt you, too.
I’m not whoever you think I am. You have no idea what I’ve been through or what I’m capable of.
