Chapter 28
Sabine
He’soutside my bedroom door. I can feel him.
I’m now certain it was him the night before, watching me sleep.
He’s come back three times since Cillian sent me to my room with painkillers and an ice pack. Each time, Astor’s shadow darkens the crack of my open door. He stands there, unmoving and unspeaking, while I pretend not to see him. After a few minutes, he vanishes.
Now, however, he lingers.
The clock reads 11:37 p.m. I’m lying in bed. Moonlight streams through the windows, pooling on the hardwood floor and illuminating the room in a deep blue glow.
I want to scream for him to come to me. Lie with me. Be with me.
I don’t understand the power this man has over me, but I know that I don’t want it to go away. Astor’s presence alone lights me from the inside out. Our chemistry is undeniable, my need for him all-consuming. And it’s getting worse with each moment we’re together, each time we touch. The sexual tension between us is already unbearable. I’m wild with arousal just knowing he’s a few feet away, secretly watching me.
My gaze locked on his silhouette, I slide my naked body out from under the covers and sit up taller against the pillow.
He moves, ever so slightly.
Slowly, I spread open my knees, exposing myself to him.
My finger trails down my throat, between my breasts, down my stomach, settling between my legs. I’m already wet.
Opening wider, I dip a finger between my folds, slowly slide in and out, then add another finger.
My gaze never leaves his silhouette, thrilled with the knowledge he’s watching me from the shadows. It is the most erotic, thrilling moment of my life. I don’t know who this woman is, but I like her confidence, her unapologetic sensuality. I like the power she has over him.
Using my other hand, I begin massaging my breast, gently squeezing the erect nipple. Heat begins to build.
Watch me.
Watch me, my beautiful Astor.
Watch me come for you.
I slide the wet fingertip over my clit. A moan escapes me, the sensation spreading through my hips.
Slowly, I circle the sensitive nub, applying more pressure with each stroke. I am so turned on that my body begins to writhe in need.
I feel like I’m starring in my own little erotic movie, my own fantasy. But the best part is knowing what I’m doing to him.
I bite my lip and stroke harder, faster.
Watch me come for you, my beautiful monster.
My breath becomes shallow. The sensation begins to peak. It feels like all the blood has rushed between my legs, the drum-like throbbing building to an almost painful crescendo.
Faster, faster, faster.
I scream his name as I come.
Astor.
Oh God, Astor.
I drop my head against the pillow, pull my fingers up to my belly, and close my eyes for a minute to regain my composure.
When I open them, he’s gone.