Chapter 5
The Stalker
She may have been covered in bubbles up to her neck, but the gentle sway of the water told me exactly what she was doing. Her plush, biteable lips parted in pleasure as she let her head fall back against the rim of the bathtub. She was close. So, so close.
I resisted the urge to touch myself and bring myself to climax with her.
All my attention needed to be on her. I wanted to memorize every breath.
Every movement. I needed to study what she liked and what she disliked.
What made her scream. I needed to see what she looked like when she finally came.
I needed to gather all of that information and store it for when I finally had her all to myself.
So long I’d waited to make her mine. So long, that being just a few feet away from her and not being able to touch her felt like torture. But soon. Soon she would be writhing in my arms. Soon she would be moaning my name. Soon, she would be mine.
Just as her face scrunched with her orgasm, her eyes flashed to where I stood just outside her window. I retreated before her brain could fully register what she saw. I despised being in these shadows, but it's the only way. I’d do whatever it takes to get her.
She already left me once, but I’d make sure she would never get the chance to leave me again.