Page 71 of Locke

He smelled the wine in the room as he silently slipped inside. He thought of that bitch’s words from earlier. How his little prey was drinking herself to sleep. This should have alarmed him, but he’d gone through Kali’s journal where she had detailed in depth how hard it was for her to sleep, how sleeping pills made her groggy the next morning, and that a glass of wine unwound her enough that she could pass out without thinking of Locke haunting her.

What made his cock stiffen was that she wanted him to haunt her, too.

And she was terrified it was all in her head.

That he had forgotten her.

That he had discarded her.

That their time was over, and she should be glad, but a part of her missed those moments she had lost complete control.

This was part of turning her crazy, and it was so hard not to engage in her as she lay there, to give her what she silently wanted.

Instead, he wanted to fuck with her, turn her inside out, make her wonder when she woke up if he was truly there or not.

The fan was rotating, the perfect white noise to drown out his faint steps.

The blinds were half open, the streetlamp outside faintly casting the room in a light blue glow. He looked her over, his chest tightening at the tiny white shorts she was wearing that made the contrast of her black skin all the more alluring. She had a cropped shirt, and it ended just below the swell of her bare tits. Fuck, this was a form of torture unto itself.

Swallowing hard, he went to the blinds and closed them all the way. He then spread the black-out drapes over them, bathing the room in complete darkness. He couldn’t see her now, but he didn’t need to. What she looked like was forever burned into his head. A perfect fucking visual he could easily come to, to last five lifetimes.

Turning back around, he slowly went to her, listening intently on her breaths, quick and short. She was having a nightmare, similar to the one he had witnessed in his bed. He had never asked her about it. They agreed to keep their secrets close to their chest, but when she slept, she was back there again, to a haunted time. She let out a wounded cry and he heard her tossing around now, her body shifting in bed in a restless sleep. Until finally, she went still, but her breaths did not let up, neither did the faint cries.

Locke could he merciful. He had the ability right now to change that nightmare into a wet dream.

Fuck with her.

Make her think she’s crazy.

He stopped by the edge of the bed, hovering over her sleeping form, his breaths quiet, but his heart loud in his ears as he raised a hand and lightly glided his fingers along her bare leg. Testing how deep asleep she was, he kept his touch featherlight.

“Little prey,” he whispered now, bending over with his other hand pressed flat against the mattress beside her body. She shifted some more, but she was still lost in that dream space, still tormented from the horror she had endured.

With a firmer touch, he glided his fingers between her legs, savouring her skin as he followed a trail straight to her pussy. He didn’t stop himself from touching her. The second her felt her dry folds, he felt a pulse shoot straight to his dick. He shuddered, his breaths harsher than a second ago.

How could she thrust her delectable body at him, relinquish her power and expect him not to lose control?

His fingers shook as he traced them up and down her warmth. The urge to climb into bed and fuck her with a hand pressed firmly across her mouth flitted through his mind. It was something he could do, but then the charade would be over, and it would delay the inevitable.

No, to ensure her swift descent into insanity, he needed to hold back. But fuck, that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel pleasure along with her.

She went totally still, her chest moving up and down fast now as her cries faded away, replaced now with light moans. He grinned into the darkness, satisfied by her sounds.

“You like that, Kali?” he whispered.

She moaned, her hips now moving up to meet his movements. Her pussy grew wetter, but it wasn’t wet enough. He bent down further, closing in on her core, until he felt her musky scent, until he knew he was hovering straight over that delicious little hole. He spit right there, like it was a bullseye, and ran his saliva along her folds, and now it felt right—now it was so slick, he wondered how warm and wet it would feel if he slid his cock right into her.

Leaning back, he stroked her and used his other hand to lightly pull her top up, and now the darkness was fucking agony because he was dying to see her swollen tits. It didn’t mean he couldn’t taste. He swiped his tongue along her nipple and this time she bucked wildly in bed, her moans intensifying. Fuck yes.

“Good girl,” he said, heatedly. “Let me fuck you in your dreams, like you wanted. Mine.”

She was gushing, and he was losing his fucking mind. His cock pulsed, stiffening until it was painful to move. He took her hand and replaced it right over her pussy. He took her two fingers and swirled them around her clit, and then he took a step back, his body shuddering.

Deciding he wasn’t finished just yet, he shoved his pants down and took his hard cock into his hand. He pumped quickly, quaking every time she moaned, hearing her wet movements along her clit as she touched herself in her sleep, crying out his name. His fucking name! Oh, it sent him fucking wild. He felt like his veins were filled with molten lava now as his pleasure grew tenfold.

He drew closer to her, his precum dripping down his length. He reached for her, tracing her tits, up her throat, along her jawline. He pumped faster, pressing the head of his cock along her closed lips. He pressed a finger into her mouth, parting them, filling her little mouth with his musk and precum. She was going to wake up to the taste of his cock on her lips, and was she going to think he had been there?

He hoped so.

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