Split- The Company She Keeps

Chapter 21- The Lake

What Casey thought was rejection was actually something very different. He wasn't pushing her away because he didn't want her. Not at all. Goosebumps rose on Casey's arms under the white cotton top Dennis had replaced for her since their new symbiotic way of living had begun. One hand rose to her stinging lip, checking for any blood, her capture would not have appreciated that on his sofa. The dim lighting in the room only emphasised the intensity of the man's craving for her. It was dark and greedy and disturbing, so why Casey found it intoxicating was a mystery. 

 She stared up at Dennis whose eyes were roaming over her, chest heaving in heavy breaths. She matched his breathing when he reached for his shirt, undoing the buttons on the cuffs. It was slow and purposeful. Even without knowing about his OCD, Casey would have been able to tell a million miles away that it was being done in a specific order. Dennis  must have thought about how this moment would go. Planned to the buttons on his shirt. He pulled the navy fabric from his shoulders and folded it neatly to place it on the table before his arms raised over his head, giving Casey a view of his triceps as Dennis tugged his vest off. Folding that too and putting it on top of the shirt, Dennis then approached Casey who had sat up on the sofa to watch him with anticipating eyes. 

She couldn't stop the tremble in her fingers when he kneeled on the floor in front of her, jaw squared and eyes not meeting hers.  He reached to put his hands over Casey's hips, gripping them, feeling the shape of her as his heat passed through her clothes and into her body. Those large hands on her hips had her draw a small gasp, allowing herself to be controlled by someone who had about as much experience of love as she did. Their silence swept into the room and folded over them like satin sheets, dancing between their shared heavy breathing. Dennis closed his eyes and dropped his head, letting out a low, rumbling sound from his chest. It was as though he was forcing himself to be slow and not throw himself at her. Casey forced her fingers to still and raised her hand to his shoulder, feeling his pulse thud through his veins. He looked so strong, his body was really something to behold. The well formed muscles that Casey didn't realise were so attractive to her suddenly captivated the young woman. 

His hands then started to move, travelling millimeters at a time, sliding up Casey's waist. Making her lean back against the chair, Casey's eyes closed at her captor's touch. His long fingers wrapped around her sides and she could feel him shifting on his knees to lean over her. His hands continued upwards, finding her ribs. His fingers pressed a little harder to feel the shape of them as they expanded with her shaky breaths. The pressure of his hands as they moved up lifted the bottom of the teens top to show her flat stomach and expose the scars that lay there. The scars that had saved her life from the Beast and lead to her protection. The life of torture that had lead to this moment of worship. Casey kept her eyes closed but let out a small sound when she felt how close he was by his breath falling hot onto her stomach. He was leaning into her legs, pushing against them with his body, wanting to be closer. His fingers met with the underwire of her bra through the thin cotton and followed the shape of the garment to Casey's back, wrapping his hands around her. Casey couldn't help but be stirred by Dennis and everything he was doing. He had taken her from one-hundred miles an hour adrenaline rush to a glowing, sultry endeavour and she was sure he didn't really know what he was doing.

His nose pressed against the bottom hem of her top and Casey's fingers gripped his shoulder as he took a deep breath and ran his nose up her waist to just below her chest, resting there just below her sternum. His roasting hands holding her back pressed her against him. Casey's eyes remained closed. She let herself swim in the affection he had for her. It felt just like those moments on  a hunt as a child when she would sneak out of the tent at night and sit by the lake. She used to imagine herself floating in the perfect reflection of those millions of stars. Surrounded only by comfort and beauty. Those moments by the lake were hers. So perfectly peaceful. The stillness of the water mirroring her calm. Only in the state she was in, the serenity was eclipsed by the blazing desires she had for the man who was enveloping her.

"Casey..." He whispered, making her eyes flutter open. She still hadn't gotten used to the fact he now knew her name. Hearing it come from this superhuman being made her feel special, chosen, but not in the way the others were. She left her lake and tilted her head down to look at Dennis who was still hidden in her chest. "Casey please..." His voice was low and quiet but in the silence it echoed through her head. He was begging her, pleading with her, but for what? She sat up which made him pull back and his hands move back to her waist, bustling her top into his fists. He wouldn't look up at her. The man who was so strong and held so much power over her wouldn't even meet her gaze. Casey tried to crook her neck to see his face but couldn't, so instead she placed her hand on the nape of his neck while his hands pulled her top higher. 
"Please... Casey please take it off..." 

// Hello! Update for everyone. I have decided to continue this story as what it is in terms of Split, but I want to know if you guys would be interested in me writing another one along side it about Glass? It wouldn't be connected to this one most likely, but I would just like to know what you all think? It wouldn't mean the end of this one I promise. But yes, please let me know as always what you thought of this chapter. It wasn't an easyone to write after seeing Glass (Those of you who know, know). I'll see you in the next one! Thank you for your support!//