Page 39 of Beneath the Watching

“Mabel, Mabel. Accept your fate.” I wouldn’t truly hurt her; I wouldn’t dream of it. However, I would inflict pain in retribution for the agony she put me through in my daily life and then make her feel better than she ever dreamed she could.

“What the hell, Stefan,” she cried out.

I chuckled and flattened my palm before I brought it down with a satisfying thwack. A bloom of red spread across her cheek, the flesh trembling across her buttocks as I rained down four more slaps. She screamed and begged me to stop but all it did was encourage me. I bent down and blew along the flesh of her backside, watching goose bumps rise across the angry stain I’d left. Digging under the elastic band of her underwear, I returnedwith a soaked finger. Her fragrance and taste set every cell of my body on fire as I curled my tongue around her body’s natural juices. Her punishment was starting to feel more like my own.

“You love this, my little carnal creature. Your body is begging for me.” To emphasize my statement, I lifted my hips slightly so she could feel my erection against her lower belly. She gave a sharp intake of breath and whimpered, letting me know I’d have to appease her lust—and soon. It wouldn’t be polite to keep her waiting.

I was dying to hear her begging and pleading with me, but that part of what I wanted to do for her would have to wait. It was too important to consummate our relationship now, before I went to the High Court. She needed my mark on her, needed to be claimed by me. There would be no help for anyone who attempted to take her away and no mistaking who she belonged to.

Moving her forward, I leaned over and kissed her enflamed skin before sinking my teeth into her flesh. She yelped again and I chuckled, turning her over and laying her on the blanket. Water had begun to stream from her eyes, and I bent and licked it away, not willing to waste a single solitary piece of her.

“Stefan,” she whispered between pants, “what are you doing?’

She reached for my shoulder and pressed a hand against my chest. I’m not positive she was aware, but her thumb began to rub back and forth against the muscle covering my heart. Could she feel how hard it pounded for her?

I had to wonder if she would accept an obsession so deep it threatened to tear me in two and leave me bleeding for eternity. Would she also accept I wasn’t all I’d led her to believe?

Rather than answer her, I claimed her lips, molding my mouth to hers. She answered my summons eagerly, her tongue sweeping through my mouth, and making my cock impossiblyhard. I ground against her, receiving the adorable little sounds from her throat that I swallowed like a starving man.

Every lick of my tongue against hers, every brush of my skin along her flesh, enhanced my fixation with the woman writhing beneath me. The thought of being without her made me want to fly into the burning sun and turn my flesh to ash in the hope of ending the suffering.

I trailed my nose along her neck, hovering my lips a hairbreadth from her skin and inhaled, alternating between kissing her ivory skin and partaking of her essence. I was famished for her, and it seemed I’d spent my whole life waiting and wanting for her. Using my knee, I forced her legs open wider before settling between them. With my free hand I guided my cock toward her entrance, soaking up her heat as the tip nudged into her sweet wetness.

She was tight, almost too tight, when I began pushing forward. She enveloped me like the tightest glove, and it was all I could to hold back the surge of ecstasy that threatened to end everything too soon.

Mabel’s hands moved to my back with a gasp, and she tentatively dug her nails into my muscles. In response, I pulled my hips away slowly, feeling her inner walls flutter and pulse around my length before I slammed back into her. Her back arched and her fingers dug in, likely drawing blood.

That’s my girl.

The woman had no idea what she was doing to me as her eyelashes dipped to her cheeks, no idea how she affected me, breaking me into tiny pieces and claiming my soul for her own. I should’ve been stealing hers, draining the life force out of her and savoring the sweetness of her spirit.

That wasn’t what happened.

Instead, here I was alternating between violating her mouth with my own and gently supping on the tiniest wafts of heressence, lighting a spark in the darkness that dwelled within me. Thrusting my thick shaft inside her velvet core over and over again, I found myself telling her what a good girl she was, how perfect she was, watching her head tilt backward in bliss. Within seconds, she convulsed below me in the throes of orgasm.

I’d been uncertain how I could bear the pain of opening myself up to her. I’d never been in the habit of ejaculating inside a victim, unwilling to allow the ensuing spiritual exchange on the off chance I didn’t kill them.

No one could have any power, no matter how negligible, over me—but me.

But if I died in her arms tonight, I’d leave this damned life knowing I’d finally reached the rapture I sought by claiming her as undeniably my own.

The knot of heat built in my spine, and I took a long lick of Mabel’s neck, inhaling deeply and savoring the threads of her essence winding their way through my mouth to slide down my throat. We both shuddered at the same time. My balls drew close to my body as she peeked at me through lowered lids and I let go, the burst of cum leaving my cock in a rush and stealing my breath. I grabbed her nape and bit her juicy lower lip, tasting copper while stream after stream of hot liquid left me and filled her womb.

If I thought I was obsessed before, I’d had no idea the meaning of the word.

“Jesus Christ,” Mabel whispered.

Fuck.

12

STEFAN

When I wokeup Mabel was far away from me, across the bed. The room was nearly pitch-black, as I preferred, but I could see her curled in the fetal position with a blanket pulled up under her chin. I wanted to throw the curtains open and blind her with the light for taking the liberty of putting space between us. I could’ve sworn she’d been tucked under my chin when we finally gave in to exhaustion.

As if she’d felt me staring at her, she turned over. She didn’t say a word, only blinked a couple times. I hoped she was painfully sore between her thighs as I’d left her with an imprint of my teeth in the crease between her leg and her pussy. She pulled herself up without any signs of discomfort.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, quietly.

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