Chapter 5
Five
Silas
A fter last night’s show on the cameras at Hallie’s, I jerked off three times, wishing I could spill myself inside her. I knew I’d see some private things by putting those cameras up, but I wasn’t expecting to watch this angel finger-fuck herself on her couch on night one.
Maybe Hallie has more depth than I originally gave her credit for. I worship her like a goddess, consider her the sweetest person I’ve ever stumbled upon, but never considered there was a different side to her.
Now I need more.
Which is how I end up on her fire escape the next night, needing to watch her in person.
As I crouch in the shadows of Hallie's fire escape, the cold metal biting into my palms, anticipation thrums through my veins. It's a familiar sensation, not unlike the rush before a kill, but this time the object of my obsession is far more enticing than any target.
The curtains dance in the gentle breeze, teasing glimpses of Hallie's silhouette as she moves about her apartment. I can't tear my gaze away, transfixed by every graceful motion, every hint of skin revealed by the shifting fabric.
Last night's display on the cameras has only fueled my desire, stoking the embers of my obsession into a raging inferno. The memory of Hallie's delicate fingers disappearing beneath her waistband, her soft gasps echoing through the speakers, has been seared into my mind.
I need more. I crave it like a drowning man craves air. The thrill of watching her, of knowing her deepest desires and darkest secrets, is a high I've never experienced before. Not even the rush of the kill compares to this.
I shift my weight, careful not to make a sound as I inch closer to the window. The faint scent of her perfume drifts out, mingling with the crisp night air. It's intoxicating, a siren's call luring me ever closer to the edge of reason.
Through the gauzy curtains, I catch a glimpse of Hallie settling onto the couch, a glass of wine in hand. The dim lamplight casts a warm glow across her delicate features, illuminating the gentle curve of her neck as she tilts her head back and takes a sip.
My pulse quickens, desire coiling tight in my gut. I imagine the taste of that wine on her lips, the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. I want to worship every inch of her, to claim her as mine and mine alone.
As if sensing my gaze, Hallie shifts, her body moving with the rhythm of the music coming from the small speaker beside her. Her long legs are bare, clad only in a short silk robe that does little to hide her smooth skin. She takes another sip of wine, her throat moving gracefully as she swallows.
I feel the heat of her through the glass, a scarlet ribbon of desire weaving its way through my core. It's almost painful, this hunger for her. My hands clench into fists, nails digging into my palms, fighting the urge to touch.
She sways, eyes closed, lost in the music. I wish it were me holding her close, moving to the beat. The thud of my heart echoes in my ears, a percussion to our dance. My cock throbs, aching for release.
It’s then that I notice the pill bottle on her nightstand. It’s open, the cap laying haphazardly next to it. The sleeping pills. Hallie isn’t a drug user, but she’s more reckless than I expected taking those with the wine she’s drinking.
Still, it could be worse. She seems to be more relaxed than I’ve seen her in weeks.
Suddenly, she turns to face the window, her gaze meeting mine. Our eyes lock, and for a moment I'm frozen, my heart skipping a beat. She smiles, a soft smile that does nothing to quell the inferno within me.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, her body swaying to the music once more. I can almost hear the rhythm, feel it pulsing through my body. The pull of her is too much to resist.
I press myself against the window, my breath fogging the glass as I lean in closer. Hallie's eyes widen, and she moves away from the window, out of view. My heart races, and I have to remind myself to breathe.
She saw me. I know she did. But she doesn’t freak out. She doesn’t seem concerned at all. Does she think she just imagined me, in the throes of her pill-and-wine-induced haze?
It's dangerous to interact with her this way. I need to keep my distance, but she's like a drug to me now. I can't look away, even as my mind screams at me to get the fuck out of here.
But as I watch her, waiting for her to appear again, I realize she didn't leave the window completely. She's gone to the kitchen, her silhouette visible from behind as she pours herself another drink.
At the counter, she's barely visible, but I can see the way she moves. The way her hips sway as she reaches for a bottle, the way her robe shifts on her body with each step. I can almost taste the wine she's drinking, the smoothness of it sliding down my throat as she does. The apartment is quiet, save for the music playing.
I consider going in, but then hesitate. Best not to disturb her when she's vulnerable like this. Better to let her relax, I reason. I'll check on her later, when she's asleep. A sickening thought, but necessary.
Minutes tick by as she alternates between the couch and kitchen, sipping wine, then pouring some more. It's a dangerous game she's playing, but I can't help but be mesmerized by the way she moves. By the way her hair flips over her shoulder as she leans in to the counter. The way her body sways to the music.
Finally, her glass drains, and she returns to the couch. The sweet scent of her perfume fills the air as she passes by the window. I can feel the warmth of her against the glass. The cool night air bites at my skin, but it's a distant chill compared to the heat in my core.
She curls up on the couch, the wine bottle in her hand as she closes her eyes. Her breathing slows, deep and steady. I can see her chest rising and falling. But then she awakens with a jolt and sighs, her hand sliding down her body and touching herself under her robe.
Fuck.
My angel is needing release and I’m right fucking here. I could do it. I could go in there and eat her pussy until she comes on my tongue and she wouldn’t even remember in the morning. Hell, the way she looked at me when she swayed to the music makes me think she wants me to come in and take care of her.
I don’t think anymore. I don’t hold onto that control I normally keep myself tied tightly to. No, I slide the window open and slip inside, quiet as the night.
I stalk toward her, but she doesn’t hear me. Her eyes are closed, but she’s still moving her fingers in a circular rhythm against her clit. Now that I’m only feet away from her, I can see her, bare for me, the robe pooled around her waist and her legs relaxed.
I don’t see anything else. I can’t hear the music anymore. Nothing but Hallie exists. Not this apartment, not Ares, not my control, or my sense of duty. Just Hallie. And I’m going to make her mine.
As I reach her side, my hand replaces hers between her thighs, gently stroking her slick heat. She gasps as my fingers enter her warmth, slowly thrusting as they curl upward within her depths. Her back arches as our eyes meet for a brief moment before she gives in to pleasure completely—no longer trying to resist the inevitable climax building inside of her.
Her body trembles with each deep stroke of my fingers and as she reaches the edge — eyes squeezed shut, lips parted — I lean down to capture one hardened nipple between my teeth while my free hand finds the other breast, massaging it firmly yet tenderly.
Just then, she shatters beneath me, waves of ecstasy crashing through her as she tries to muffle a scream beneath her hand — her body writhing with pleasure. The sight of her surrender only fuels my own desire, igniting a fire inside that refuses to be tamed.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to her bed. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right.
I lay Hallie on the bed, her robe now fully open, revealing every exquisite curve and valley of her body. She's still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her chest heaving, nipples taut peaks begging for my attention. The sight of her like this, spread out before me - it's almost too much to bear.
I quickly shed my own clothes, desire making my cock ache and drip with precum. I need to feel her skin against mine, need to claim her completely. As I join her on the bed, hovering over her, Hallie's eyes flutter open. They're hazy with wine and sleep and satisfaction, but there's also a flicker of confusion.
“Shhh, angel,” I murmur, trailing my fingers down her cheek. “Let me take care of you.”
She nods almost imperceptibly, and that's all I need. My lips find hers, the kiss deep and possessive as I settle my weight between her thighs. She tastes like wine and something uniquely Hallie - intoxicating and addictive. Her body melds to mine, soft curves yielding to hard planes of muscle.
I trail open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, savoring the salt of her skin, the frantic beat of her pulse. Lower still, I worship her breasts, suckling and nipping until she's writhing beneath me, fingers tangled in my hair.
I reach her pussy and inhale the scent of her orgasm, almost shaking with need. I think I might explode, might be too rough with her, so I lower my mouth to her to help relax her even more. The taste of her almost makes me come, but luckily I have enough control to hold back while I lick every inch of her pussy. I run my tongue along the seem, opening her up for me, licking inside her, then up to her clit, where I swirl a circular pattern like I’d watched her do.
Her hips writhe and she starts shaking.
“Please,” she breathes, the plea like music to my ears.
I lean up, positioning myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging her tight hole. I’m too big for her, I already know it, but she’s slick from coming and she’s begging for it. I can’t hold back any longer.
With one swift thrust, I bury myself inside her tight heat, a groan tearing from my throat at the exquisite sensation.
Hallie cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I stretch her to the limit. I still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to my size, my lips brushing her ear.
“You feel so fucking good, angel,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “So tight and perfect. Just like I knew you would.”
She whimpers in response, her inner muscles fluttering around my length. I draw back slowly, then snap my hips forward, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes.
Her pussy grips me like a vice, the wet heat threatening to undo me with each thrust.
I set a relentless pace, driven by a need that borders on madness. Hallie meets each thrust, her hips lifting to take me deeper. The headboard slams against the wall with the force of our coupling, the room filled with the sounds of slick flesh and ragged breaths.
“Oh god,” she pants, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Don't stop, please don't stop . . . ”
I have no intention of stopping, not until I've wrung every last drop of pleasure from her body. Not until she's ruined for any other man. I change the angle, hitting that spot deep inside her that makes her scream. Her nails rake down my back, leaving burning trails in their wake.
I can feel my own release building, the pressure coiling tighter with each stroke. But I need her to come again, need to feel her shatter around me. My hand snakes between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. Hallie's eyes fly open, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' as the added stimulation pushes her over the edge.
“Come for me, angel,” I command, my voice a dark rumble. “Let me feel you.”
Her inner muscles clamp down on my cock as she comes undone, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. She cries out my name, nails digging into my biceps as she holds on for dear life. The sight of her, the feel of her spasming around me - it's my undoing.
With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and let go, my release pulsing deep inside her. I groan her name like a prayer, like a benediction, as I empty myself in her welcoming cunt.
For a moment, we are both lost in the aftermath, chests heaving, bodies still joined. I rest my forehead against hers, breathing in the scent of her - sex and flowers and something uniquely Hallie.
I drink in the sight of her flushed beneath me. She's never looked more beautiful, more perfect. Mine.
She looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, a sated smile playing at the corners of her mouth with her eyes cloaked in just a hint of confusion.
I know I should feel guilt, remorse for taking advantage of her inebriated state. But all I feel is a bone-deep satisfaction, a primal sense of rightness. She was meant to be mine, and now she is. Irrevocably.
Gently, I withdraw from her, hissing at the sensitivity. Hallie whimpers at the loss, her pussy clenching around my cock as I pull it out. I gather her in my arms, tucking her head under my chin as I pull the sheets over our cooling bodies.
“Sleep now, angel.” I whisper against her skin.
I should leave. I know I should. Before she wakes and comes to her senses. Before the questions and the inevitable fear set in.
But the pull of her warmth, the afterglow of our fucking - it's too strong to resist. I can't bring myself to untangle from her warmth, not yet. Not when I've finally tasted the forbidden fruit, felt her surrender so completely to me. The beast inside me purrs with satisfaction, sated for now but already craving more.
Hallie's breathing evens out, the rhythm of sleep taking over as I hold her close. Her body molds perfectly to mine, like two puzzle pieces finally snapping into place.
I allow myself a few stolen moments, committing every detail to memory. The silk of her hair against my chest, the soft swell of her breasts pressing into my side, the delicate flutter of her lashes as she dreams. Does she dream of me? Of the dark pleasure we just shared?
Time ticks by, seconds bleeding into minutes.
With a sigh, I press a feather-light kiss to Hallie's temple and carefully extract myself from her embrace. She murmurs in her sleep but doesn't wake, curling into the warmth I left behind. I allow myself one last lingering look at her nude form, committing every curve and freckle to memory.
Silently, I gather my clothes and dress in the shadows, never taking my eyes off her sleeping figure. The urge to crawl back into bed, to lose myself in her again, is almost overpowering. But I resist, knowing I've already crossed too many lines tonight.
I make my way to the window, my heart pounding as I slip out onto the fire escape, the cool night air a shock against my overheated skin. I close the glass behind me and take one last look at her. The metal creaks softly under my weight as I descend, each step taking me further from Hallie's warm embrace.
The city's pulse thrums around me, oblivious to the seismic shift that just occurred in that quiet bedroom. Everything has changed, irrevocably, and yet the world spins madly on.
I melt into the shadows of the alley, my mind reeling with the enormity of what I've done. I've taken what I craved for so long, consequences be damned. And it was everything I'd imagined and more - the taste of her, the feel of her body yielding to mine, the way she shattered so beautifully beneath me.
I don’t know the next move, which is fucking strange as I always know the next move. It’s how I function. It’s how I’ve survived this long. But everything about Hallie has turned my life upside down.
As I reach my place and settle in for the night, I feel a bone-deep satisfaction. She might not remember this, might not understand what happened between us . . . But she’s mine now. Truly, forever mine. And I’ll be damned if I ever let anything or anyone come between us.
Even her.