She falls silent for a moment. “Do you ever stop?”
Phillipe squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his own deception mocking him. “I stopped when I was inside of you.”
He feels her push up against his chest, but he can’t bring himself to look into her eyes.
“You won’t even look at me?” she asks.
Phillipe is disgusted with himself and the delusions he’s clinging to.
It’s bad enough he has given in, letting Gemma touch him in a way he never would have allowed weeks earlier. With each stroke of her hand and each question she asks, he feels himself losingher, and he refuses to let go.
Moving his eyes from the ceiling, he looks at Gemma. She’s still feeling that glow from the euphoria you get from having someone touch you so deep inside that you don’t know where the other person ends and you begin. For him, that euphoria is forever out of reach. It died a long time ago.
“You need to leave.” His face remains impassive. “This doesn’t change anything, and I want to be alone.”
Gemma scrambles off him and scoots away. He watches her climb over the bed to pick up her clothes and silently put them on one piece at a time.
“You don’t want to be alone,” she says. “You want to be withher.”
“Well, you knew that all along, didn’t you?”
Her jaw tightens and her eyes narrow. Spinning on her heel, she marches to the dresser and picks up the journal she placed there, then slams the door on her way out.
Finally left alone, he confesses his sins toher.
Marching upstairs to my room, I’m more than annoyed. I’m pissed off at him, at myself, and ather.Damn it.I throw her journal on the bed.
Moving straight into the bathroom, I turn the faucets on, feeling the need to wash the afternoon away.
The man is infuriating and complicated to the extreme. One minute he’s silent, involved, and right there in the moment withme.I’m sure of it. It’s the moment we stop touching, the second that connection breaks, thatshe’sthere, filling his head, getting into his mind, and telling him what to feel.
“Well, fuck you.” I spit at her.
I realize how stupid I must seem. I’m standing in the tiny bathroom, taking my clothes off, and cursing at nothing. I’m going crazy.
After pulling the shower curtain back with much more force than necessary, I step into the tub and turn, closing my eyes. Tipping my head back under the spray, I feel the warm water stream down over my face. Closing my eyes, I start to picture Phillipe as he was earlier, lying across the bed. I imagine himrigid, naked, and hard, his muscles rippling with every breath he takes.
I slide a hand down to my breast and squeeze it tight. I place a slight pressure on my throat with my other hand while the water glides down my skin and across my lips. Music filters through my mind as I trail the hand at my breast down my torso, stopping between my thighs. I squeeze my sensitive flesh and part my lips on a sigh as the haunting melody of “Lux Aeterna” repeats in my mind. Pushing my fingers deep into my pussy, I can’t be sure why that song stays with me while I picture his tortured eyes and hear his angry words.
That’s when I start to imagine the melody getting louder, more forceful, like the way it was playing this afternoon inhermusic room when he was in my mouth and on my tongue. As the fantasy takes over, I thrust my fingers in and out of my body. The water pools around my hand before it slides down my inner thighs, mixing with my own arousal.
Suddenly, it’s there, and I feel it again—that second elusive presence. I’m not alone. I stop moving and open my eyes, sensing that I’m being watched. I feel like she’s here. As I try to focus through the water, I notice a dark shadow pass before me. A shiver skates up my spine, and I hear the wordmine.
Possession ~
We started a new painting today, and Phillipe named itRhapsody.I liked this one. It was my favorite so far.
“So, you want me naked with Diva across my ass cheek?” I asked.
He laughed. “Yes. Perfect.”
I shook my head at him and raised a brow. “Kind of an odd place to put a violin, don’t you think?”
“It’s an odd place to want to put a lot of things,” he replied sensually. His voice was so deep that it slid down my spine, creating a pool of moisture between my thighs.
Sexy, sexy man,I thought. “I know what you want to put there,” I told him.
I reached out to touch his waist. He was wearing loose cotton pants, and they did nothing to conceal the hard cock pulsating between his thighs.
