chapter eighteen

Samwise didn’t budge from his position on the floor by the kitchen sink, probably enjoying the coolness of the tile in the kitchen. It gave me mixed feelings. He should be more protective of Vanessa. Though I couldn’t tell if he knew I wouldn’t hurt his mistress or not.

I made the one-second detour to give him a few solid pets on his head, which, again, he did not move from. He only let out a little huff as I made my way upstairs. This house was so much better than her apartment. I was so glad she took me up on my help. I let my fingertips gently glide on the banister as I made my way up the stairs, feeling the smooth wood as my heart beat faster in anticipation.

Her door was wide open, giving me the perfect view of her in an oversized shirt that bunched up at her waist, showing me the sinful white panties she was wearing. She gathered her blankets in a tight bundle, holding them close to her chest as though seeking solace. With one leg propped over the mound, she relished in the cozy embrace while still partially hidden beneath the covers.

Carefully adjusting my weight on my feet, I tried to distribute it evenly to minimize any noise. I knew the tea I gave her would guarantee uninterrupted sleep through the night, regardless of whether I was screaming at the top of my lungs, but I didn’t want to chance it. I needed her. I needed her like I needed air. If this was the only way I could see her, not behind a computer screen, and be able to freely touch her, then so be it. She would never accept me. The second she learned of my occupation, I probably could never see her again. Serial killers and FBI agents didn’t really match, did they? She would constantly fear I would bring her in even though I would rather her slit my throat before that happened.

“Fuck…” I groaned out from thinking about her dicing me up and turning me into one of her soaps that she lathers her entire body with. My cock throbbed painfully behind my jeans, and I knew I was much more fucked up than I thought I was if that thought turned me on. This girl was driving me crazy.

As my knees hit the side of the bed, I couldn’t stop my arm from reaching out and letting my fingertips stroke her copper hair, feeling the silkiness, but I wanted more than anything to wrap it around my wrist as I thrust into her from behind. My breath shuttered as I let my fingers trace her ear, pulling on her earlobe, trailing down her jaw, dipping to caress her neck, and settling on her shoulder blade.

Her breathing remained deep, matching the rhythm I observed when I first entered her room. Carefully, I nudged her shoulder, guiding her to lie on her back. As her head flopped to the side, her exposed neck beckoned me, igniting a primal urge to sink my teeth into it, making it bleed. My dick throbbed painfully again against my zipper.

“To hell with it.” I released the buttons on my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper, savoring the sensation of freedom as I let my pants slip down my legs, exposing my lower half to the comforting warmth of the air. I let my head fall back as I closed my eyes in relief at the lack of constricting clothing. After gathering myself, I resumed my task of positioning her legs open, and I took in the sight of how vulnerable she was with her hand on either side of her, legs wide open, and in a deep sleep. She was unable to stop me from doing anything I wanted to her. Though I deserved to do whatever I wanted to her, after all, she was mine regardless of whether she knew it or not. She probably knew on some subconscious level, but definitely not on the surface.

With a gentle touch, I crawled onto the bed and pushed her legs farther apart to place my weight comfortably between them. I pushed her shirt up her sexy cinched waist and then up to her gorgeous tits. I would give anything to mark up the skin to show everyone exactly who she belonged to, but I couldn’t risk it. Not yet.

So instead, I sucked in one of her nipples, swirling my tongue over and over again until it pebbled in my mouth. She tasted so fucking sweet. As I pressed my hardness against her wetness, my hand found its way to her other nipple, where I playfully teased and caressed it, eliciting pleasure-filled sighs.

I kept that hand playing with her nipple as I moved my mouth down her rib cage to take my tongue in her belly button, to nip at her lower stomach, before burying my face into her pantie-covered pussy and taking in her sweet scent. My nose pressed firmly into her clit, and she gave her first little whimper.

My eyes glanced up at her face, and she was still in her deep sleep. I heard the drug could knock out anyone and keep them under no matter what happened, but to see it firsthand? This was a revelation.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I pushed her panties aside, and my tongue eagerly delved into her depths. Her walls rippled around me as she gasped, thrusting her hips against my face. I could feel my eyes roll back of my head as I hooked my arm around her thigh and pressed her even further against me.

I was in heaven.