Page 47 of One Last Rainy Day
Atonement demanded by my psyche to re-live one of the handful of vivid memories I have with my mother.
One of my last, when Maman declared me her gentle little bird.
What would she think of me now?
What would she think of the fact that I’ve become a different bird entirely?
A bird of prey.
A bird fueled by retribution.
A cunning bird capable of acts so vile, that boy is almost unrecognizable to me now—a liar, a thief, a master of deception.
A bird capable of taking part in destroying an innocent girl in the name of vengeance.
But what transpired on that lake float didn’t feel like that.At all.
It felt like theoppositeof that.
“Dominic.”
Cecelia’s moans skitter down my spine as her coconut-scented oil seeps further into my skin. My cock stirs at the memory of her above me—and beneath me.
The lust-filled tidal wave that crashed into me by way of a deep-blue stare.
Her parted lips—and the sounds coming out of them.
A long pull of her pebbled nipple in my mouth.
The feel of her flawless skin between my bruising fingertips.
Her velvet tongue thrashing against mine.
Her endlessly long legs cradling me as she sank down onto me before we clicked into place, the fit fucking surreal.
Today’s forecast did not call for—or in any way predict—me fucking Cecelia Horner.
But it didn’t feel like fucking. What that felt like was...otherworldly.
The snap happened so abruptly that the static that always accompanied us caught fucking fire as the noise stopped. I succumbed so quickly that I made my own will a laughingstock but was rewarded in a way that I experienced every single moment. With just a kiss, this bird totally fell under the spell of the shiny, spinning thing.
In offering her my fuse, she ignited me.
Fire and water, she’s both burn and soothe.
The haze I’ve been immersed in lifted so fast. It was as ifI had roused from a deep sleep only to open my eyes and see the world through a magnifying glass.
All of my senses became more acute as sensation and sound overwhelmed me—the lake waves breaking against the float, the sharp intakes and exhales of breath, the feel of my heartbeat, the electricity that flowed at my fingertips, the thunderous warning that rumbled through the sky. Though, I bat away any foreboding feelings induced by any idiotic fairy tale I conjured as she swept me into a fucking fantasy. I wanted her so goddamned much that I would have defied anything or anyone who tried to separate us.
“Dominic.”
For the first time since the nightmare I’d existed in for weeks began, I felt like I’d surfaced from being underwater and took a much-needed breath. A breath of realization that I am a living, breathing man. A man starved, due to self-deprivation, in dire need of the woman spread in front of me.
I took the breath allowing everything I felt to ring true, in the way I touched her, voicing the few words that came to me, my guard absent.
No longer feeling like I was watching just outside my own life but participating in it. I was capable of taste again and savored hers. Touch turned into worship. With every deep thrust inside her, the burdens weighing me down were forgotten.
Something so natural and straightforward for most...but so complicated for me.
