Scars: Book One by West Sinden

Author:West, Sinden [West, Sinden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-08-07T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Afterward, he fell asleep. He lay between my thighs with his head resting on my breasts, looking younger and far more innocent asleep than when awake. A lock of hair fell over his forehead and for a moment I wanted to brush it away, but I stilled my hand.

At first I’d done all the work, but then he took over and screwed me almost with a sense of urgency, as if he needed something. He wasn’t rough though. I had expected him to shove away from me once finished, but instead he’d rested on me and promptly fell asleep. I wondered what he dreamed about because he stayed so motionless, as if untroubled by guilt. Surely to be like him, you’d need to not feel guilt. Your emotions would need to be hidden behind an impenetrable wall. Must be nice. I couldn’t move with him on me, so eventually I slept as well.

I woke up with him inside me, moving slowly. It took me a moment to register where I was. I had a dream about when I went a Halloween party with Mara and Torrance. Mara was a princess, Torrance a genie, and I was a witch. But not a hag, I was a pretty, sexy witch. I wore a figure hugging black dress with more cleavage showing than I would normally dare, but Torrance talked me into it while I was drunk. My makeup was dark and dramatic, and I held a twisted stick as my magic wand. I looked good and got hit on a lot that night, so much so that Finn and I had a fight over it. He had stormed off (probably to fuck Melody) and I’d spent the night getting drunker and drunker and flirting with boys I’d never kiss. But in my dream, I caught sight of myself in the mirror, and I was ugly. My face was scarred like someone had taken a knife to me. My face pulled lopsidedly down to the side, and my lips were twisted. I grabbed at my face desperately because this had to be a mask. But it wasn’t. And I clawed at my face desperately until blood started to drip and coat my hands.

When I managed to crack my eyes open blurrily, I saw him looking down at me. He rested on his arms on either side of me as he slowly slid in and out of me. “Shh, you were having a bad dream.”

I looked to the side; sunlight was peeking through the curtains. But his grip on my chin forced me to look back at him. “No. You look at me when I’m fucking you.” He released my chin, and I kept my gaze where he wanted. His hand snaked around to tangle in the hair at the back of my head as he picked up his pace. His lips lowered to my neck and kissed me there, sucking on the dip where my neck met my shoulder. His grip on my hair tightened as he came with his head buried against my skin.

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