Chapter 26
JANE
PLAYLIST: ALL I NEED – WITHIN TEMPTATION
Istare in absolute amazement at Amelie, who lies on my couch opposite me with Black Matter on her chest like a hovercraft.
Black Matter has gotten so attached to Amelie over the past two weeks that she follows her everywhere. And whenever she sits down, Black Matter sits on her, almost like a protective force. And I am glad she does, because the cat does wonders for Amelie.
Whenever Black Matter sits on her, her body relaxes slightly, and her face softens.
This here, right now, is such a peaceful moment.
I have been on edge all the time, waiting for Amelie to fall apart again.
It is the first moment I allow myself to breathe.
And then everything changes.
“No!” shouts Amelie, sitting up straight with her phone in her hand. Black Matter flies from her chest and hisses angrily when she lands on the floor.
“What happened?” I ask, as panic surges through me.
But she doesn’t react.
She just stares at her phone.
I jump up and run to her, staring at the screen.
brEAKING: Richard Whitney-Morgan released
“How can that be?” I ask in shock, but Amelie doesn’t answer. She just stares at the screen.
She gets up.
Robotically.
I can see she is spiraling.
She walks to her backpack.
Takes it.
I grab her left and right by the arms.
“You don’t get to freak out,” I say.
She looks at me, slowly.
The look she has frightens me.
“I am not freaking out,” she says.
“Yes, you are,” I say. “I can see it behind your eyes.”
She stares at me for one moment. And then, she walks back to the couch and sits down.
She is turned off the entire rest of the day, staring at the ceiling, and I know I have to watch her very closely.
She goes to bed that night, in the guest room, and while I pretend to go to bed, I don’t.
I sit in the darkness, with only dim light falling in from the streetlights outside. I sit there for half of the night, leaning against the apartment door.
She gave in too easily.
And sure enough, around two in the morning, movement happens. She walks through the apartment. I hear her, and then she stands in the corridor. Backpack in her hand.
Her face is hardened as she realizes I busted her.
“Let me go,” she says silently.
“No,” I say.
“I need to go,” she says.
“I won’t let you,” I say, as I stand in front of the door. “I am not letting you go.”
She closes the distance between us and grasps my face.
“You will let me go,” she says dangerously. “Because there is something I have to do. Something I cannot tell you, because you value rules, and I don’t.”
I grasp her face back.
“Don’t you understand?” I say with a raised voice. “Don’t you understand I won’t let you go alone? Don’t you understand that I don’t care about the rules? The only thing I care about is you. You.”
Her chest heaves up and down, and her warm breath caresses my skin.
“I will drag you down with me,” she says, pain in her voice.
“I. Don’t. Care.”
She looks at me for just another moment.
Lets go of me.
She is fighting with herself as she walks up and down in front of me.
“Do you know what I am going to do?” she asks me.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Say it.”
“You are going to kill him,” I say, and goosebumps spread over my arms.
“Yes,” she says. “I am going to kill the man who raped her. Abused her. Took her will to live. And you, you will be an accomplice to murder.”
“I know.
“I will break the rules. You will break the rules. We will break the rules.”
“I know,” I say. “I know all of it. And I told you, I won’t leave you alone.”
“Why would you do that for me? Why would you risk everything for me?”
“Because you are worth sacrificing everything else for,” I say, simple as that.
The backpack falls to the ground.
She takes two steps towards me.
Pushes me backward into the wall.
Her body pressing into me.
Her lips on mine.
Her hands grasp around me.
She kisses me in a way I have never been kissed.
Her kisses trail down my neck, to my chest,
Her desire takes my breath away.
She pushes up my shirt.
Rips down my bra.
Massages my breasts.
Kisses them.
Bites them.
I moan.
I want to feel her.
I grasp her by the belt.
Pull her into me.
Consume her scent that reminds me of a long walk through the lavender fields in southern France.
She slips my pants down, and undresses herself, before her palms cup my face, and she kisses me with tongue in such a wild embrace it sends a heated shiver through my body.
I explore her body with my hands.
Grasp her. Trail over it. Feel it.
I have longed for her so much.
She pushes her leg between mine and up.
Her hand wanders down between my legs.
I roll my hips against her touch.
I am burning.
Burning for her.
She enters me with two fingers while kissing up and down my neck.
She fucks me with her fingers. And I moan as she bites into that spot right above the collarbone.
This entire moment is so hot that trembling waves run through my core.
Her moan, shudder, clench. But she doesn’t stop.
She just keeps the rhythmic sliding. Kisses me.
Kisses down.
Knees.
Licks me.
I am close to coming a second time. I don’t even know if the first wave ever stopped.
I have this desire to touch her. Feel more of her.
I sink down to my knees.
Sit down.
Pull her close to me.
Our legs are crossing and sliding sideways into each other.
Her hot clit rubs against mine as we roll our hips against each other.
She leans backward onto her arms and throws her hand back. Gasping. Moaning. Completely letting go.
My legs are shaking from the orgasm building in me—
And then, she moans so loud, shudders, freezes, breathes, pushes herself up.
We stare into each other’s eyes.
Panting.
Both our clits are pulsating.
She leans forward to grasp me.
Pulls me into her and we lie down on the wooden flooring.
Me on her.
“That was fucking epic,” she says.
I laugh.
“Yeah,” I say and roll onto my back.
We both lie there for endless moments, staring at the ceiling.
I am happy.
As happy as I could possibly be.