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I work small circles around her skin. I would never mar this skin, never bite deeper than either of us can take, metaphorically or otherwise. Crimes against Carrie, capturing her, are the first I’ve ever regretted. In some ways, I wish that I could undo this whole mess. In other ways, I know that I want to be able to drag her down to where I am. So what if I recognized something in her that lives in me, too? Why did I have to take her thisway?
“That feels really good,” Carriesays.
I lean forward and see her lip captured between her teeth, her eyes closed. I watch her eyes and bring the sponge around to the top of her chest again, squeezing so soapy tendrils dive down the valley between her breasts.
Carrie’s eyes flutter open, a flicker of lust blazing through her when her eyes capture mine. She looks at my lips, and I stop breathing. I watch her lean closer, closing her eyes again, parting herlips.
Carrie is going to kiss me. I am shaken and needy, my lips trembling when hers wisp across mine, her tongue entering my mouth. She pulls back and breaks thekiss.
“You won’t lie to me?” sheasks.
“No,” I breathe, my chest expanding so much that my heated skin touches hers, slicked withsoap.
“You never have?” Carrie’s voice is raw, her throat sounding scratchy with the question.
I drop the sponge and pull her around so that she’s on my lap. “No.”
Carrie’s legs wrap around me and her hands cradle the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. She pulls closer to me and I cannot restrain myself any longer. I squeeze her tight against me until neither of us has air in our lungs, my actions matching myneed.
“I shouldn’t stay,” says Carrie, but her eyes are blazing.
I want to bite her lip, but I want to listen more. My fingers trail down to the small of her back and my thumb draws a circle in the dimple just above herass.
“I don’t think I want to leave,” Carrie says, and she sound crestfallen. Her forehead presses against mine. I close my eyes and feel her, feel her breathing, feel her lips ghost over mine and her little nose pressing into my own. “I’m afraid I’ll never feel as free as I do when you haveme.”
Carrie’s words scorch through me. My heart could stop now, beat itself to death, with how intense I feel about what she’s justsaid.
Her lips crash over mine, hips rolling. The kiss is fierce with a passion that I knew lived inside her. I know she’s tired, and I wonder what brings out this surge of energy in her. When she finally breaks our kiss, gasping, she lays her head against my shoulder and looks up atme.
“I think I need to sleep for a thousand years.” She sighs.
“Let me finish washing you, and then you can slumber till you want to wake up,” I reply hoarsely. I mean every word. I don’t want to give her up. I won’t ask her to come to my bed. Not after how little control I had, how I let myself touch her so soon after I took her, after everything she’s been through. I’m a fucking monster, and I’ve never cared about that until I realized I wanted to mold someone else into a monster, too.
I bring the sponge back to the rest of her body parts until she’s sudsy, and she slips under the water to rinse herself. I watch her as she rises, a lightness to her mood that I’ve never seen in anyone. When she opens her eyes, she smiles.
I’ll never be as good as Carrie. I pray she’ll never be as dark as me. But if our fates weren’t already locked together, I sealed that when I took her. Touchedher.
“Do my hair tomorrow, please.” Carrie yawns and stretches out her arms. She stands and steps out of the tub, and I pull the bath plug and start to drain the water.
I watch her grab one of the towels from the steel shelves beside the tub. I want to towel off Carrie’s wet body and scoop her back up in my arms, drag her to my bed, wrap my arms around her and fall asleep with my face buried in herneck.
“I don’t want to sleep alone.” Carrie looks down, as if she feels guilty. “Are you comfortable with…cuddling?” She says the word like it’s foreign.
If only I could lie to her, separate the tethers she has on my soul. That’s not what could saveme.
I need someone to love me when I’ve never loved anything my wholelife.
“I’ve actually never done that, either,” I tell her. I stand from the tub. She turns and hands me a towel. “I would like to.” I hold out my hand to touch herface.
“I’m tired. I’m tired of being alone, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stay.” Carrie says, and her hand closes over my extended one, pulling it down and holding it as she leads me out of the bathroom. I drop both of our towels into the hamper next to the sinks, careful not to use the opportunity of her baring her body to be a lecherous monster.
I swallow when we’re in front of my four poster cherry wood bed, and watch her climb in. I go to the other side of the bed and slide under the covers, pulling the duvet and sheets over her as well. Carrie grabs my hand as I finish. I slide my body close to hers, giving in and fully holding her against me where she’s captured my arm. Pressed against me like she is, I hear her breathing slow. I dare to bring my face to her neck, pressing my lips there and feeling her pulse. I close my eyes. I know she’s falling asleep. I am, too.
