Page 65 of Drown Like Heaven
Yes. “I don’t know,” I answered again, lightly scraping his back with my nails.
“Hmm,” he hummed, bringing one palm to my throat, wrapping his fingers around. His grip tightened. A dangerous thrill sparked in my blood.
Squeeze me harder. Make me black out.
Hold my whole life in your hands.
“Count,” Mason ordered, taking his hand from my neck.
His head slipped below the surface, his lips skimming the front of my thighs, his hands finding my ass again. I almost forgot to start counting.
Mason leaned forward, pushing his face against the apex of my thighs. I could feel his nose through my swimsuit, nuzzling my pussy.Insatiable. It was nice to be desired, though. Even if that desire came with bite marks.
The three minutes seemed to stretch on forever, numbers ticking in my head while Mason kept trying to encourage me to spread my thighs. I had my hands planted on his muscular shoulders so I’d stay above the water. He coasted his fingertips over my pussy, my wet swimsuit the only barrier between us.
I started tapping his head once I’d reached one-eighty in my count.
But he didn’t come up.
I tapped him harder. He was shaking his head.
Without giving myself much time to think about it, I slid below the water myself. It was just like our first meeting. Me following him under the waves.
I couldn’t see down here, but I could feel him in front of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held the back of his neck, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. He smiled, a few bubbles escaping his mouth and floating past our faces. I kissed him again, trying to communicate with my mind and my mouth.Come up to the surface now.
I pushed off him, turning around and rising towards air.
His hand grabbed my wrist.
He was pulling medown.
No, no, no. Stop, Mason.
I tried to yank my wrist out of his grasp, pry his fingers off me, but I couldn’t. My eyes cracked open, everything shrouded in darkness, Mason’s figure vaguely in front of me. I extended my leg, planting my foot on his chest and trying to push off.
But the angle was wrong and I slipped, losing all leverage as Mason spun me and pulled me back against his chest. His arms banded around my waist. My heart started slamming on my ribcage. I needed to breathe. The things I wanted above the surface felt so much more horrifying when I was trapped below it.
You said you wouldn’t.
Fear crept along the edges of my consciousness and I tightened my grip on Mason’s forearms. I couldn’t trust him. No matter what he said to me, he’d do whatever he wanted to do in the moment. It aroused me on some very deep, base level, going beyond physicality, scraping my soul. It horrified me.
He was going to hold me down here, under the water with him, for as long as he wanted.
And he could hold his breath so much longer than I could.
I was trying not to panic, trying to keep myself from spiraling, but I didn’t know what to do. Doing something in real life wasn’t the same as imagining it. This wasn’t forced sex; this was forced drowning. We didn’t talk about this. I never told him I wanted him to do this to me. He couldn’tknow.
Or maybe he did know. His words echoed in my memories.
You’re a lot more like me than you want to admit. You can’t hide from me, baby.
I’d known then, that people like us shouldn’t be together. But every day since, I’d ignored that fact, let him drag me down deeper, disregarding thatthiswas why we should stay away from each other. It wasn’t safe.
I couldn’t touch anything except him. Not the ocean floor, not a breaking wave, not a gust of wind. It was just me and Mason in this darkness, void of any safety rope or tether.
His dick was hard against my ass, nudging between my legs when he shifted his hips. Heat curled low in my stomach as he thrust against me, his erection brushing my clit while my lungs burned and my head got fuzzy with the lack of oxygen. I dug my nails into his skin, trying to scratch him deep enough to bleed.
My mind was so confused, a million sensations rushing in my bloodstream.
