Chapter 3
A/N: Thanks to the followers! This is the last chapter, hope you enjoy! R&R!
Chloe's PoV:
I reach up and wipe the tears away before they could leave glittering trails on her pale cheeks.
"Talk to me" I whisper. One hand stroking her cheek, the other resting on her beating heart. But she wreathes underneath me, pulling her sheets up to her. And I know that the moment slipped through my hands like sand, again. As much as I try it, Beca puts a cover of silence around her, like a dark cloak.
Her eyes tell a story that I couldn't fully comprehend. And I'm desperate to. I can see her demons fighting a battle, they're displayed all over her features and in the way she acts.
But every time I reach out for her, I have a feeling that she shrinks back. Kisses have become just short pecks, touches something she fears.
And I'm powerless. I see her pain, her battles, her soul that is sore and lost.
She flinches at the slightest touches, and her silence is louder than a cry. It fills the room, encasing us like ropes, which are strangling me.
I'm fighting with my own tears by now.
Beca reaches over and pulls the light out. The darkness that follows is thick and weighing heavy on both of us.
I can hear her cry. I slip under the covers myself moving carefully closer to her small and broken form. I wrap my arms around her and say a silent prayer that she lets me. And Beca turns around, burying her face in my top. It's like she wants to vanish inside of me, her arms cling to me whilst her sobs intensify. I hold her as tight as I can manage, like a lost child. The words "please talk to me" are screaming in my head. It feels like it's going to explode any minute. But I bite my tongue.
The urge of showing her how beautiful she is in my eyes, how much I desire her, love her, is overwhelming tonight.
I put all my courage together. I know that she would either slap me across the face and leave for good or gives in to me. It's a 50/ 50 chance.
So I take her face in both of my hands, my grip maybe a little tighter then intended and force a bruising kiss on her lips prompting immediate entrance. It's tasting salty and kind of sad… I never knew that you could taste sadness. But in all this there was something so right and pure. I'm sure she feels the slowly growing impatience that had boiled up in me over the past weeks. She's by surprise and that's my advantage. Quickly I turn her around so I come on top of her. My hands roaming over her body. I want her, so badly now. I need to show her what she means to me, I need her to feel it, no matter what. It's the only way now.
I start kissing down her neck, her collarbone, lasting a little longer over her scar, kissing it with all the tenderness I can muster. My hands caressing both her breasts. But I can't stay any longer there. I'm sucking at her right nipple now. She's not making any sound but tears are still flowing down her cheeks.
My hands wander further down her soft stomach and on the even softer flesh on her inner thighs. I'm getting aroused more and more and wet myself. At this point there's no turning back. I sit up looking down on this fragile woman that I love so much it hurts.
As slowly as possible I place kisses on her thighs whilst spreading her legs apart.
"I love you so fucking much Beca!" my voice barely above a whisper but echoing from the walls like I had screamed them over and over.
And I thrust two fingers into her. She turns her face away eyes wide shut. She's so wet and I immediately quicken my pace adding a third finger and bringing my lips to her clit. Her hands are covering her face now, and she's shaking, if it's because of her nearing orgasm or her sobs, I can't tell.
I suck harder at her sensitive bundle of nerves letting my tongue fulfill magic on it.
Her walls are contracting around my fingers, as she comes silently.
And then I feel her hands dragging me hard upwards, nails digging into the skin on my shoulders. And with horror I realize that she's crying harder now. "What have I done?!" this thought flashed across my mind like a gun shot.
In her eyes there's a mixture of hate, anger and deep, deep love. I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding. And she pulled me into a kiss filled with all the words she couldn't say.