Split- The Company She Keeps

Chapter 22- The Deity

He was desperate for her, just as much as she was for him. After so long in her confinement, Casey's mind had changed. Perhaps she had gone mad. But no matter, it was undeniable that she was craving the touches that once haunted her skin, the ones that kept her from a normal life of happiness. Maybe there, in the hands of her captor as he needily begged for her permission was where Casey felt safe, for the first time since she was a little girl. Casey knew what Dennis was capable of. She knew what he tried to do to Marcia and how strong he could be. But the fear that sat in her stomach didn't bubble up, even with him so close. She wanted him there. She wanted him to touch her, to feel his skin against hers. She wanted to know what it felt like to be with someone who didn't force her or fight her into it. 

Casey let her hand move from the nape of Dennis' neck down to one of his balled up hands, still finding their touches gave her goosebumps. Her fingers stroked like feathers over his and she let out a shuddery breath as his grip obediently loosened. His head lifted as though he had just finished a prayer, hands unwinding from the cloth of his deity.

Finally meeting her gaze, Dennis let his hands slide down to rest on her thighs, the heat of them travelling through her leggings he had provided. Casey swallowed at the feeling of them there, not used to that being a place of gentle touch. She stared at him for a moment, fingers flinching as a very quiet low sound came from his chest between heavy breaths. He was restless and impatient and longing. 

"Okay." She whispered as an answer to his plea. Her hands ducked under the fabric of her top and she took a second before pulling upwards. "Okay." She said again, but to herself. Top lifting higher to the underwire of her bra. "Okay." Casey took the plunge and pulled the top over her head and off her arms, eyes closing as to not become overwhelmed by what what happening between them. With her eyes still closed, Casey folded the top blindly the best she could and put it next to her. She let her chest rise and fall with a few panicked, deep breaths before her hands fell next to her, ready to cover herself up dependent on his reaction. Casey then slowly opened her eyes.

Before she even opened her eyes fully, Dennis' hands were there again on her waist, but there was no material between them anymore. It was skin to scarred skin. And he was moving towards her, pulling her forwards to him, any nervousness leaving his eyes, remaining only that feeling that Casey herself was starting to fully understand. Dennis then cupped her face and looked her straight in the eyes through his slightly steamed glasses. Without thinking, Casey's own hands moved to his chest; with him up on his knees, he almost matched her height. Casey felt, well, loved. He looked at her like she was precious. Like the was a Goddess. And his gaze into her eyes said more than either of them knew how to say out loud. He pulled her face to his into a deep, needy kiss which she returned just as heatedly. Panting into her lips, Dennis' low growl vibrated into her and made her mouth open with a breath of eagerness. 

Then Casey took charge. As their kiss continued, the young woman moved to the edge of the sofa, getting closer and closer to Dennis. After a moment Dennis clicked onto what she was doing and his hands moved to hold under her thighs so when she slid from the sofa he lowered her with ease onto his lap, her legs around his waist. Their bodies pushed against one another and Casey was able to wrap her arms around Dennis' neck and feel over the muscles of his back.

"Casey..." Her name fell from his mouth as a sigh rather than a need to get her attention. He had it. All of it. The world could fall apart around them and Casey wouldn't realise. She was enveloped by him. His hands were everywhere, feeling every bone of her spine up to her neck before sweeping down over her ribs to trace her lower back with his large hands. It was as though he was trying to memorise her body with his fingertips so he would never forget it. Casey's response to her name was a quiet whimper before going with clumsy instinct. The young woman pushed her hips down into his, making his fingers dig into her back and his teeth graze her lips, a moan slipping from his mouth. That reaction had Casey feel that bubbling need that she could sense from him. It passed through to her in a wave and filled her with a vicious lust. 

Casey was starting to understand the obsession the world seemed to have with such an act. The carnal need that lived deep in everyone's veins. The thing that drove the human race. The craze with everything being better, faster, stronger. That need for more. God, she needed more. The lust for another's body was powerful and all-encompassing. A need to be the centre of another's craving and the flood of desire to have them back. Casey understood that it was more than just an act done for status or position. This lust was something that came from within the very depths of someone as broken as her and as shattered as him. And there they met, in that volcano of passion as everything melted around them. Their world fell into the lava as they collided, the Goddess and the Beast.

//I told you I would be back!  A Glass story is "On the move" I promise, I just need to make a plan so I don't end up letting you down. Please tell me what you think of this story so far and of this chapter, your feedback is everything. I enjoyed writing it and it ended up being something I wasn't expecting but I loved working with the power of... well... lust. Thank you for reading this far and I will see you in the next one!//