Page 164 of Ghost
I yanked my hand back. Biting my lip, I thought about what he said. God, I would be at his mercy if he tied me down. He would be able to do anything to me and I couldn’t stop him.
Involuntarily, my hand slid back down. The growl that met my ears and set me on fire had me weeping. Travis locked his eyes on me and my hand went to his head. Choosing to run my fingers through his hair rather than interrupt his ministrations.
“Good girl.”
“Fuck!” I cried.
He was trying to kill me. I was about to explode. Detonate in a way I wouldn’t come back from.
A single digit slid into my entrance. My breaths came at a rapid pace. I was so close. But I needed more. Pulling on his hair that was tangled in my fist, I pushed him closer. A contradiction in movements that had my hips bucking against his face.
“More, Travis.”
He obeyed, adding a second finger. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to be filled. I wanted to be stretched. I wanted to fucking come, dammit.
“Travis, for God’s sake, make me come.”
“I’m not stopping you, Princess. Come on my tongue, baby. Let me have it.”
He rotated his fingers and rubbed along the top of my vaginal wall. The intensity of the pressure inside, combined with the constant flicking on the outside, had me arching my back against him, trying to get closer to his mouth, while also trying to pull away from the sensations that were too much.
When he sucked my clit into his mouth, it was the signal my body needed. The button had been pressed. The launch sequence was complete. Rockets lifted from the Earth, taking me with them as I screamed out his name.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.”
I heard his words. But I wasn’t listening. Couldn’t comprehend anything but the euphoric feeling of being flown to the moon. I never wanted to come down.
Travis moved up my body as I laid there, spent. His lips on mine were the perfect cool down to the orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
Then he lifted my leg to his hip. The hard tip of his erection rolled through the fluid that still seeped from my body. Lubricating the way for him to kill me again.
Because make no mistake. I was dead.
He wouldn’t need to tie me down. He could do whatever he wanted, and I didn’t have the strength, nor the desire to stop him. I wanted him to use me. I loved the way he rammed into me every time we fucked.
It was hot and hard and fast.
It was passionate and dirty.
It was detached and unemotional.
I wanted to give Travis everything, but I held a piece of me back. The piece that I lost. The piece that was taken from me when I was six years old and a man came into my room with my parent’s permission and took my innocence.
I loved Travis with everything I had. It just wasn’t enough. I wasn’t whole. I hadn’t been for a very long time.
“Stay with me, Princess,” he whispered into my ear as he painstakingly slowly entered me. He rolled his hips, taking his time to fully encase himself inside me.
Then he stopped.
“Look at me, Melissa.”
I didn’t want to. This wasn’t fucking. This was something I had never experienced. I didn’t like it. There was too much feeling. My chest was tight with the thought of what he wanted. What I didn’t have to give him.
I held my eyes closed tight. I couldn’t look at him. Didn’t want him to see the pieces that were missing. The holes that were left every time someone let me down. Walked away from me. Abandoned me.
“Open your eyes, Princess. Let me in.”
My head shook from side to side. My shame was rising to the surface. It had been knocked loose from that place deep inside, where I kept it hidden. Shown to the world when it escaped in my tirade with Danny.
