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Bodies that make a rude slapping noise as he thrusts. The pleasure of it, the pain—I can hardly breathe.
I just hang on for dear life as Abel pulls out, rolls me onto my belly. Yanks up my hips and quickly enters me from behind before draping his body over mine. Skin on skin on skin.
His mouth is on my shoulder blades. My nape. His hand finds my breast and kneads it. I feel his body working over mine in hungry, powerful strokes.
His hand moves lower, searching for me. I prop myself up on one arm and help him, and together we find my clit. Our fingers tangle as we work slippery circles over where I want him most.
I clench around him. He bites my shoulder. I make a sobbing sound, a half-cry, half-plea for release.
Before I know what’s happening, Abel is flipping me onto my back. He puts his hands on my knees and roughly shoves my legs apart before entering me again, falling on top of me with a groan.
Our eyes meet in the dark. His glisten, an animal-like gleam that’s frightening and beautiful andhim.
He watches my face as he fucks me, hard, circling his hips at the crest of every thrust. My orgasm is so close I could scream.
I snake a hand between our bodies and play with my clit. His hips jerk, losing their punishing rhythm for a beat.
Yes, he’s saying.Go.
He keeps watching my face. Breathing hard, chest barreling in and out, in and out.
I’m sweating. Our skin is sticky, hot to the touch. He leans his forehead against mine, a tender counterpoint to the pounding need riled up inside me, and that’s it.
Lights out.
I’m gripped by a full-body spasm. The orgasm has teeth, its fierceness obliterating me from the inside out.
I clamp down on Abel and heroars. Lets out a feral howl.Somewhere in the back of my mind it registers we haven’t said a word. We haven’t needed to.
We let our bodies, our hurt, do the talking. And those things don’t lie.
It’s just searing truth. The kind I’m not sure I’m ready to face in the light of day.
Wrapping my arms around him, I cling to Abel. He kisses me everywhere, landing on my mouth, and I let myself fall into him as he goes harder,harder. My legs are locked around his hips. He runs a hand up my thigh, squeezing me hard, holding me there.
Like I’d ever abandon him now.
He moans, a broken sound, and then he shudders, going still as he comes.
His forehead is on mine again. Our eyes are closed but I feel him, feel his pain and terror, as we breathe each other in.
This sense of connection is dangerous. This is trouble. And it’s so, so good I find myself unable to move. I hold him and he holds me.
Abel’s not exactly an open book. But I’m just coherent enough to recognize he’s sharing something with me right now. Something true, important.
Real.
twenty-four
. . .
Jen
In the Deep
I don’t sleep.
Abel finally nods off beside me as the windows begin to glow with thin grey light.
