Perfect Bastard (by Mary D. Sant) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Temporary Escape

ELLIE

“Ellie?” he called, making me open my eyes.

Then I realized I was sitting on the shower floor, curled up.

wondered how much time had passed.

I

Seconds? Minutes? My head was throbbing. I tried to find the

strength to tell him to go, but deep down, that wasn’t really what I

wanted.

And then everything hit me all at once. The tears broke free, spilling

uncontrollably, and I began to sob. I could barely breathe.

I heard the door open, and a second later he was in front of me, on his

knees, trying to pull me into his arms.”

“No. No,” I sobbed, trying to push him away. “Just go!”

“Shhh… I’m here.” His arms wrapped around me. “It’s going to be

okay.” Leaning back against the wall, he cradled me in his lap.

“Shhh… I’m not going anywhere. It’s going to be okay.”

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No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop crying. With my

head

resting on his chest, I gave up the fight. I didn’t have the strength to

resist anymore. I was exhausted.

Gradually, his scent and the warmth of his body began to soothe me,

easing the pain just a little.

I don’t know how much time passed before I finally calmed down. But

when I came back to myself, we were still on the floor.

It was hard to accept the pain and the fact that it wasn’t going away

anytime soon. All I wanted was to forget and pretend none of this was

happening.

I just wanted to sink into his scent and warmth, into the comforting

and familiar feeling of home that he brought me.

“Ellie?” he murmured, as I nestled my head into his neck, breathing

him in deeply. “It’s cold here. You need a warm shower and then some

rest.”

“She’s dead…” I whispered, the memory bringing a twinge of pain.

I felt his body tense beneath mine.

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“I’ll never be able to talk to her…”

“Shhh… Don’t think about that now.” He stroked my hair.

I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to forget for a while.

I just needed something to make me forget. And there was something

tempting right in front of me.

Bracing myself on his shoulders, I adjusted myself, straddling his lap

as I looked into his eyes.

He’s still here. Even if just for a little while… he’s still mine.

My heart was racing, and each beat seemed to ache in my soul. With

my fingers, I traced the lines of his strong face, admiring him. Then, I

leaned in to kiss him.

“Ellie…” he murmured, stopping me when our lips were just about to

touch.

“Make me forget,” I whispered.

He kept his gaze on me, hesitating, as if questioning whether this was

a good idea.

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“Or just go,” I said finally.

I waited for a reaction, and when none came, I braced myself against

the wall to get up. But before I could, he pulled me back against his

body.

His arm wrapped possessively around my waist, and his hand gripped

the back of my neck, pulling me into an urgent, hungry kiss.

I got lost in his firm, wet lips, feeling desire take over my body as I

sought relief in his kiss. Desperate to forget, desperate to lose myself.

Desperate to feel anything other than pain.

Hurriedly, we stripped off our clothes, and I began grinding against

his cock, feeling the desire throbbing between my legs, growing more

urgent, leaving me breathless.

His hands moved over my curves, exploring and teasing.

In that moment, this was all I needed. To feel his touch, his bare

body, his warm skin against mine, to feel his tongue claiming every

part of me. I couldn’t wait any longer.

Opening his pants, I held him in my hand and slowly slid down onto him. Then he was inside me, filling me deeply and deliciously, making

me forget everything but the pleasure.

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Every inch of him filled me with immeasurable pleasure. My reason started to slip away. Holding his face in my hands, I began to move, looking into his eyes.

His hands explored my back and hips, urging me on, and his lips trailed along my neck and breasts, sending shivers through my entire

body.

The touch of his lips and hands sent waves of heat over me, setting

my skin on fire. Leaving me increasingly desperate, as the sensation

built up inside me, growing stronger and more delicious. I wanted

more. I needed more.

I don’t know where I found the strength to keep moving, but I didn’t

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