16. Kioni
Kioni
Sam snores softly behind me while I study her work, laughing to myself.
I love the stickers she chose for me. Her curiosity is growing with each interaction we have, but she’s not ready for the truth yet.
My little wolf will try running away, and I don’t know if I could let her go.
I would need to silence her, so the only word that would stop me from dragging her back would never elude her pretty lips.
Red. I have nightmares she screams it when I remove the mask, and I wake drenched in sweat, heart pounding, and tears wetting my cheeks.
Obsession is not something I have ever experienced before her.
Nobody has ever made me want to hold on, to chase, to devour.
Nobody except her. I should have known my first taste of her would have me addicted, obsessed, and borderline feral.
I want to live between her legs, hold her heart in the palm of my hands, and take over her every waking and dreaming thoughts.
For her to be as in love with me as I am with her. Baby steps.
As much as she wants to know who I am, she is oblivious to everything.
She’s aware I’ve been inside her home, yet she has never once searched for anything out of the ordinary.
I reach under the mattress above her and tug out the straps I installed a couple of days ago, buckling the cuffs around her wrists and ever so slowly tightening the straps until her arms lay above her head without waking her.
The room darkens further when I close the curtains and the bedroom door, blocking out any light.
I slip under the blankets, concealing myself so that I can pull down my balaclava along with her tiny night shorts.
A rush of need zips through me when I feel nothing else.
My girl isn’t wearing any panties tonight.
I groan, inhaling her scent as I bend her knees and spread her legs open.
She stirs and a loud gasp comes from her lips when I suck her clit into my mouth, letting my teeth graze over the sensitive bud.
No words. She’s still asleep. How is it that one can wake up so fucking early in the morning, yet a tornado couldn’t even wake her in the middle of the night?
I chuckle against her cunt, sliding two fingers inside and curling them.
She moans, and so do I when I insert them into my mouth, tasting my addiction.
Time to wake up, Sam. It’s more fun when you know who is between your legs making you squirm.
I push my fingers back inside her, adding a third, and cover her clit with my tongue.
My fingers flutter inside her, but my tongue stays slow and torturous, building the storm inside her.
“Sh—. Oh, god,” she howls like a good girl, tightening her thighs around me.
I swipe my thumb in her arousal and press it to her asshole, rubbing it around until she relaxes and dipping the tip inside.
Her pussy latches onto my fingers and her thighs squeeze the side of my head so tightly I think it may burst, but my movements stay steady until she releases her death grip.
Death by pussy. I think I could handle that being on my obituary.
“Are you a magician?”
I snort, tugging the mask back over my face so I can speak. “Elaborate,” I tell her.
“How do you make me come so easily?” Her breathing is still labored, and a satisfactory smirk tugs hard at my lips.
“You are mine, Sam, of course I know how to play with you.”
I search my pocket for the pen I know is in there, and blindly write MINE on the bottom of her foot.
She giggles and tries to pull away. “That tickles!”
I shove the pen back into my pocket, put my gloves on, and make sure my mask is situated before I slip out from under the blanket.
“Show me your hands,” she whispers, and I pause, my hands halfway to the cuffs around her wrists.
“No.”
“Please? I won’t ask for anything else.”
I laugh. “We both know that isn’t true.”
“Shadow. Show me your hands,” she demands.
“Sam. No,” I mock her.
She growls and narrows her eyes at me. The outline of her barley visible in the darkness, but I remember every inch of her body. I don’t need light to see her. When her hand is free, she lunges to grab mine.
“Naughty, naughty little wolf. Do you need to wear your collar again?”
She jerks her hand back and cradles it to her chest. She really dislikes being shocked. I free her other hand, and she reaches for me but stops herself, and I don’t like it.
“Dream of me,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and bringing it to the mouth of my mask before making my way out of her bedroom.
I open and close her front door, then slip inside her pantry.
Her footsteps rush towards the door and disappear, hoping to spot me outside.
When she doesn’t find me, she gives up and goes back upstairs to her bedroom.
Pretending to be a detective earlier triggered nothing within her.
All she had to do was search her house, and she would have found me.
Not that it would have mattered. I would have just pulled her in here with me and made her scream.
I watch her search for her shorts, but she hesitates when she grabs them, climbing back into bed half-naked.
Part of me gets pissed when her hands disappear underneath her blanket.
Did I not do a good enough job, or is she still tingling between her legs so badly she needs to keep going?
I bring my fingers to my nose and inhale her scent. She smells like…mine.
I prop my phone up against a can of peas and unbutton my jeans, sliding my hand beneath my waistband and mirroring her movements.
When she yanks her hand away and rolls over with a frustrated groan, unable to come from her own fingers, my climax bursts through me like a freight train.
My back hits a shelf too hard, and a can tumbles off.
I catch it just before it crashes to the floor and gives my location away.
She’s still in bed. I free my face of its cages, then tiptoe to her kitchen, grabbing the pitcher of lemonade from the fridge she squeezed fresh today and pour a glass.
It won’t take long for her to fall asleep, then I can kiss her goodnight.
One day soon I’ll be able to do this during the daytime while she’s here with me.
Awake. The way she looked at me earlier tells me her body recognizes who it belongs to.
It won’t be long until her mind and heart get on the same page.
I wash and dry my cup, placing it back inside the cabinet where it belongs, and creep up the stairs.
My chest contains a thunderstorm as I step back inside her bedroom without concealing my face.
Just because she’s a heavy sleeper doesn’t mean there isn’t a chance she could open her eyes and this would all be over.
I trail my fingertips over her cheek. She’s intoxicating, even with her hair winding around the ribbon on her head. I fix the ends like I normally have to before leaning down and gently pressing my lips to hers. Before I can walk through the doorway, I turn around and soak her in one more time.