Chapter 15 Bloody Shower #2
As he pulled his fingers out of my mouth, my breath came in uneven bursts, mixing into the melody of water and moans that filled the shower.
Kellin’s fingers, powerful and sure, found their way around my hips, guiding me against him, urging me to move with him.
The rhythm we created was intoxicating, and I allowed every ounce of focus to tunnel into the delicious sensations he sent coursing through my veins.
“Let go, Scarlett,” he growled, his voice deep and raw, contrasting the soft drumming of the water around us. “I want to feel you come.”
His words sent me over the edge, igniting every nerve in my body as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. I surrendered completely, losing myself in the depths of sensation, drowning in everything that was him and us.
“Just like that,” he encouraged, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as I tightened around him involuntarily, every part of me responding to his every thrust.
As the intensity built, it felt as if time had stopped, as if the world outside had faded completely.
All that existed was our bodies moving in concert, two souls entwined.
Then, just as I thought I might explode from pleasure, another crash of chaos erupted in my mind—the images flickering: blood, screaming, the edge of the woods behind the church.
“No!” I gasped, breaking the spell as panic clawed its way back to the forefront. I tensed, pulling away from him.
Kellin immediately stopped, concern etched into his features. “What’s wrong? What is it?”
Breathless and shaken, I fought to steady myself, uncertainty swimming in my chest. “I can’t… I can’t remember it all. I feel like I’m losing myself again.”
His grip softened as he pulled me closer, pressing his body against my back. “You’re right here with me, Scarlett. Just take a deep breath.”
I nodded, forcing myself to inhale deeply, the warm steam enveloping us both. Yet the memories wouldn’t relent, whispering the darker truths that lay hidden beneath the thrill of the moment.
As I stood caught between the chaos of my own mind and the warmth of his body, a single thought crystallized: I may have found a moment of escape, but the shadows would continue to linger until I was ready to confront them.
Kellin's arms wrapped securely around me, anchoring me as the water cascaded over our skin. In that space, there was a part of me that believed maybe I wouldn’t have to face the past alone.
Maybe, just maybe, holding onto him was a step towards reclaiming the lost pieces of my life—one tentative moment at a time.
I took another deep breath and whispered, “I just want to be free of it all.”
Kellin tightened his embrace, his breath hot against my ear as he breathed heavily.
For a heartbeat, I leaned against him, letting his presence wrap around me as I fought to silence the chorus of memories threatening to drown me.
I could feel his pulse steady and strong, a reminder of life and strength that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in my thoughts.
"Whatever happened, I’ll help you through it. But you have to trust me, Scarlett."
Trust. It was a word laden with weight, especially when I wasn't certain I could fully trust myself.
Still, looking back at him—the depths of his eyes, the fierce lines of resolve etched sharply into his features—made it easier to imagine surrendering at least a fraction of my fears to him.
I wanted to lean into the comfort of his words, let them wash over me and protect me, if only for a moment longer.
"Okay," I breathed, feeling a flicker of hope ignite within me.
Kellin released his grip slightly, slipping his hand to my chin and turning my face to look at him more directly. "That’s it," he said softly, a small smile breaking through the tension. "Breathe."
With a nod, I could at least acknowledge a small part of me was ready to let go of the weight I had been carrying. I wanted to believe that I could unspool the chaos threading through my mind while still feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against my back.
The shower’s heat began to fade, and I turned my head, seeking the warm touch of his mouth against mine once more. As our lips met, a tingle of anticipation danced across my skin, rekindling the spark that had briefly dimmed in the wake of my fears.
Kellin grasped my waist and lifted me slightly, shifting our connection as I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, allowing me to merge with his warmth fully.
Holding onto each other, we drove deeper into intimacy, ignoring the lingering doubts and clutching at the moments when everything else felt far away.
“Are you ready for this?” he whispered, his breath mingling with the steam around us as the water continued to shower down.
A part of me wondered why he asked again, but as his hips pressed in slowly, I realized it was less about permission and more about shared vulnerability.
With every thrust, he pushed me closer to the edge of both pleasure and self-discovery.
I felt liberated by the intensity of our connection, as if we were crafting our own sanctuary within the chaos that existed just outside these bathroom walls.
Each inhale brought me closer to the kind of release I craved—not just physically but emotionally. Kellin moved with a fierce grace, and I could feel the voices in my head gradually becoming a distant echo as I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving with each thrust.
He stroked my hair gently, as if soothing a frightened child. “Scarlett, I’m not going anywhere. You can hold onto me as tightly as you need.”
I took a shuddering breath, the fear still lingering but now tempered by the solidity of his promise. With his words wrapped around me like the chains around my heart, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be lulled back into the rhythm.
So I did. I drew strength from his solid presence and the comfort found in our connection.
I surrendered to the moment, working to drown out the unsettling whispers creeping back into my thoughts.
Washing away those memories, I found refuge in his body, in the way he held me, in the rhythm we built together.
My nails dug into his skin as his hips slammed into mine, his cock owning every inch of me as he had promised earlier.
With each thrust, I fought against the rising tide of doubt, pushing past the limits of what haunted me like uninvited ghosts.
Instead, I focused on the warmth blooming within me as my body responded instinctively, a slow crescendo that mirrored the quake in my heart.
“That's it, baby,” he urged, his voice muffled as his breath quickened. “You’re doing fucking perfect.”
I bit my lip, trying to tether myself to the pleasure, overwhelmed and intoxicated by his support. Amid the chaos that always seemed just beyond my reach, the tether to Kellin felt like a lifeline, grounding me and urging me to endure the intensity of this connection.
As he pumped deeper, everything around was lost to a haze of endorphins and the sound of our rapid breaths mingling with the pulsing water. I could feel the tension building, pouring into me, igniting me from within.
With every thrust, every whisper of my name, I was reminded of the delicate balance in life’s chaos; that perhaps a connection with someone fierce and real could provide a space for healing. Maybe we could truly do this together—me and Kellin against the darkness, one step at a time.
"I want to see how you look covered in my cum," he growls over the water, wrapping his hand in my hair.
Pulling out of me just as I shuddered, finishing coming all over him, he shoved me to the shower floor onto my knees, cum dripping out of me.
He grinned and pulled my hair as he smacked the tip of his pierced dick against my parted lips, and I opened my mouth so desperately, willing to take him inside.
As his cock brushed against my lips, the heat radiating from him felt electric, sparking something animalistic deep within me.
I instinctively opened wider, longing to please him as much as he’d pleasured me moments before.
The water continued to cascade over us like a comforting blanket, but in this moment, I felt the absolute contrast between the torrential flow and the heat of our bodies.
“Good fucking girl,” he praised, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers of excitement down my spine. "So fucking good."
My heart raced at the thrill of his words, fueling an insatiable hunger I never knew I possessed.
I imagined this was what it meant to be alive—this fire coursing through me, this raw need for connection.
I leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before I took him deeper—feeling the weight of him resting on the back of my throat.
Kellin groaned, threading his fingers through my hair, guiding me with an assertive yet tender touch as he pushed my limits.
The juxtaposition made me moan around him, the vibrations sending a delightful ripple through us both.
It was dizzying how quickly I became lost in this intertwined dance of dominance and submission.
As I took him deeper, I felt his breath becoming ragged, each thrust igniting a deeper sense of urgency between us.
I craved every second of this intimacy—a piece of me whispering that this was an escape, even if only temporarily.
“Just like that,” he encouraged, his voice breaking slightly as he shoved further inside, his hips snapping forward in an almost primal rhythm.
I pulled back slightly to catch my breath, my heart pounding as I gazed up at him, wild and fierce.
His eyes bore into mine—the raw desire there fueled the fire already raging in my belly.
His expression shifted, the way his brow furrowed and the muscles in his abdomen tightened revealing the intensity of his need for me, pushes me even closer to that precipice of desire.
I leaned forward again, taking him deeper, my throat constricting around him beautifully as he groaned my name, sending a thrill of satisfaction coursing through me.
“I want to feel you swallow every last drop,” he growled, his voice seeping with raw power.
Suddenly, with one swift movement, he pulled me back up to my feet, turning me around until my back pressed against the cool tiles once more. He captured my mouth fiercely, our breaths mingling in a frenzy as his hands gripped my hips, urging me to buckle against him.
“Are you ready?” he asked again, the question laced with something more vibrant—a promise and a challenge.
I nodded, feeling her pulse roaring in my ears, and without another word, he thrust into me once more. The pleasure was intoxicating, building rapidly as he devoured me whole, pillars of ecstasy punctuating every thrust, and his breath hot against my skin igniting a different kind of fire.
The world outside may have held its chaos, its mysteries, but in this moment, I was exactly where I wanted to be. My body sang to him as he pounded into me, in perfect rhythm—our breaths synchronizing, bodies melding into one another feverishly.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against my shoulder, and those words—so simple, yet profound—rekindled the flicker of hope I’d held onto.
I reached back, my fingers grasping at him, urging him closer as I begged for more, wanting to consume every part of this moment.
That flicker ignited into a flame, a seductive promise that rose with each thrust, building towards a heady release.
And with every collision, I felt the walls within me begin to break down, releasing emotions pent up and flooded with the intoxicating mixture of fear, pleasure, and strength, all swirling around Kellin’s relentless energy.
He pulled me back tighter against him, filling every gap, conquering every doubt, just as my own walls crumbled, allowing the passion to consume me.
Kellin tilted my chin to face him, his eyes ablaze with intensity, and I could see the reflection of my own desperation mirrored back—a beautiful chaos that was ours.
“Fuck it,” he rasped, and with that, I went over the edge, a tidal wave crashing through me, my body shaking uncontrollably as I surrendered to the sweet release that obliterated all thoughts.
His voice, calling my name, reverberated through my soul, amplifying the wild chaos around us—meshing it perfectly with the elation radiating from my very core.
As the aftershocks rippled through me, I felt him still pounding against me before he shoved me back down on my knees and came, spilling himself in my mouth and on my face and chest—a pulse of warmth that seeped into me like a promise.
I looked up to face him, breathing hard, and in those murky depths of chaos and calm, I smiled, his cum dripping from the corners of my lips.
“I’m still here,” I whispered, recognizing the weight of the last remaining fears, the intangible shadows that lingered, but now I had allies—someone to make this battle bearable. The darkness wouldn’t fade away overnight, but I was not alone anymore.
Kellin took my face in his hands, his thumb brushing my bottom lip as he smiled back. “You’re the bravest person I know, Scarlett.”
His tone was genuine but the look in his eyes was cold, distant. And it was then that I realized I had been played. There was something being kept from me, and it made me question every single word Kellin said to me tonight.