Chapter 29 Bella
BELLA
The door slams.
I stand there, towel clutched to my chest, water still streaming over my shoulders, trying to understand what just happened.
No.
That single word echoes in the steam-filled bathroom, bounces off the marble walls, and drills into my skull.
I let him finger me to orgasm against his shower wall, jerked him off until he came all over me, and he still said no.
My body still feels electric as my nerve endings keep firing. Phantom sensations linger where his hands used to be. My body feels an aching emptiness that has nothing and everything to do with the insatiable hunger between my legs.
What the fuck just happened?
How can he just carve out a piece of me and take it with him, only to say no and walk away without even sparing a look back at me?
I slide down the wall onto the shower floor and let myself bathe in the musky sweet scent of Slava’s cum. Pearls of cum dot my hand, arm, and body. The ghost of his warmth is still kissing my skin.
He wanted me. I felt the way his hands trembled when they touched me, and heard the raw need in his voice.
That wasn’t an act. You can’t fake that kind of desperation.
I turn my hand under the water, and then, I put one finger into my mouth, savoring the rich salt of his semen on my tongue. The taste sends a tingling aftershock of pleasure rippling through my body, and I moan.
My tongue curls out, lapping up one drop of semen after another from my hand into my mouth.
I swallow them like a good girl.
Like his good girl.
I move onto my arm. When I lick it clean, I scoop up the rest of the cum he left on my body. As I do, my other hand moves between my legs, and tries to stroke away the haunting emptiness until I come again with the taste of him on my lips and tongue.
But it’s not enough. My body aches for more. And I know nothing will ever be enough except for the real thing.
I was stupid enough to let him in, and now I might never dig him out.