to be filled.
I flick her panties aside, losing myself to that wet heat, my thumb circling her clit with a punishing force because she deserves to be punished for what she is doing to me.
This should not be happening.
But I drag my thumb down her slit, push it inside her tight hole and massage the circle of the opening before dragging it back up to play her clit again.
Adeline is panting, mewling, grinding down on me like she can’t get enough.
I release her mouth to run my teeth along her jaw, my lips down her throat, my mouth hitting her shoulder when she catches her breath enough to barely talk.
“I’m going to -“
Panting, she can’t get the words out, her body writhing.
“I’m going to -“
No. I won’t let her come yet.
I pull my hand away and shoot my stare to her face. The color in her cheeks has drained, her eyes unfocused and hazy.
“I’m going to be sick.”
My eyes round in understanding, and I shove my door open just in time for her to lean to the side and vomit on the cement.
Fucking hell...
Head falling back against my seat, I take a deep breath and catch up with myself, irritated to all hell that I won’t be working her body tonight, and also thankful that the alcohol interfered and stopped a colossal mistake.
She heaves a few times before finally straightening up to look at me, the back of her hand wiping her mouth just as her eyes cross and she passes out.
Her forehead lands on my shoulder, and I close my eyes, wondering how the hell I ended up here.
Exhaling slowly, I almost laugh at the moment. She is the most aggravating woman I’ve ever known, and I can’t get enough of her.
It’s difficult to maneuver both of us out of the car given that she is dead weight. But I manage to get her inside the house, tuck her into bed and am pulling the blankets up to her chin when her hand reaches out to grip my shirt.
Gaze going to her face, I wait for what she will do.
A smile softens her lips, but her eyes never open. She whispers, though, the words so utterly confusing.
“You stand over me at night. I see you at the side of my bed. It’s okay. I like it when you’re there.”
And then she is gone again, lost to sleep.
I peel her fingers from my shirt and stand straight.
What was she talking about?
I know good and goddamned well I’ve never entered her room while she was sleeping. And I also know she doesn’t have another stalker.
That would be fucking awkward. Right after running into him, exchanging schedules, and splitting up the week between his nights and mine, I’d have killed him for daring to think he could encroach on my territory.
It wouldn’t fucking happen.
So, what was she talking about?
It appeared that, not only is Adeline an out of control monster, she’s also certifiable.
And fuck if that doesn’t make me admire her more.
But still, when all was said and done, what happened between us tonight shouldn’t have been allowed. It shouldn’t have occurred.
After staring at her for another few minutes, I stroll out of her room, glancing back one last time, promising myself I will never let it happen again.
Ari
May 19, 2016
Adeline danced for three weeks after that night in my car. By herself, alone in a house too large for her. Always to the same song, Volcano by Damien Rice, the fucking thing on repeat in my ear while I listened from afar.
She didn’t remember a damn thing about the man who made her feel light on her feet for once, not consciously anyway. But something inside her was shining within the dark, a single flicker like a firefly.
She didn’t cry in her sleep. She didn’t scream. She smiled for once, even if her fingers still clutched the sheets as if she were reaching for something unseen.
Only for three weeks, though. After the feeling left her, she sank again, seeking out new problems to make her feel alive.
In that time, I’d snuck in and installed cameras and microphones. I’d bugged every computer, every smart device, her phone, her car. It wasn’t enough anymore to read her journals and watch. I’d needed to be there beside her in everything, even if she had no idea.
Even from a distance.
And I was there, for another year and a half, watching her, memorizing her, studying her like she was a science experiment I couldn’t quite figure