Page 34 of Silent Stalker

“You like that, don’t you?” His deep voice fills the car, sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re so fucking responsive, Clara. Every touch, every sensation—you feel it so deeply.”

My breath catches as his finger increases its pace. The Audi purrs along the road, but I barely notice our surroundings. It’s as if the world has faded away, leaving only Silas and me in this moment of raw desire.

“You’re so wet for me.” His finger slips inside, stroking in rhythm with the beat of my heart. “God, you’re perfect. So beautiful in your need.”

The pleasure builds inside me like a coil tightening. My head falls back against the headrest as I surrender to the sensations he’s invoking. The rhythmic motion of his finger drives me higher, pushing me closer to the edge.

“That’s it, Clara. Let go.” His voice commands me, pulling me further into the abyss of my own desire. “Surrender to me. Let your climax shatter those walls you've built. Every barrier, every defense you hide behind—I'll demolish them all. Even your pleasure belongs to me now.”

I moan, unable to form words, as the coil inside me snaps. The pleasure explodes through my body, and I shudder with theforce of my release. My hand flies to the dashboard, my fingers digging into the plastic as I ride out the waves of my orgasm.

Silas’s low growl fills the car as he strokes me through the aftershocks. I feel exposed and wanton, my body still trembling with the intensity of my climax. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard, so fast.

The car comes to a stop, but Silas doesn’t remove his hand from inside my skirt. I glance around, realizing we’re parked outside the address I gave him.

“I—I need to go.” My voice is hoarse and breathless. I try to smooth my clothes, my cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

I fumble with my seatbelt, my fingers still shaking from my release. “You don’t have to wait. This could take hours.”

“I’ll be right here.” Silas’s hand catches my wrist as I reach for the door handle. His thumb traces over my pulse point. “Hours, days, months – you’re worth waiting for.”

My breath catches at the intensity in his blue eyes. The sheer possession in his grip sends heat pooling between my legs again despite my recent climax.

“I have work to do.” The words come out breathy, unconvincing.

“Then do it.” His fingers slide up my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Knowing I’m here. Watching. Waiting.”

Red and blue lights flash across his face, reminding me why I’m here. Six dead swans. Another victim. I need to focus.

“Silas, I?—”

“Go.” He releases my wrist, but his eyes pin me in place. “Show me how brilliant you are.”

I grab my bag and step out into the cold night air. My legs wobble as I walk toward the crime scene, feeling his gaze burning into my back. The knowledge that he’s watching, that he’ll be here when I finish, makes it hard to concentrate.

James waves me over to the scene. I force myself to take deep breaths, to push thoughts of Silas from my mind. But his words echo in my head: “You’re worth waiting for.”

I’ve never felt so seen. So understood. So wanted. It terrifies and thrills me in equal measure.

Focus, Clara. There’s a killer to catch.

Ducking under the crime scene tape, I try to ignore how deeply Silas has already burrowed under my skin. He's like those masked figures I obsess over on TikTok, but real and tangible—and admitted stalker or not, I can't seem to stay away. What does that say about me?

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SILAS

Clara is beautiful while she examines the crime scene. My masterpiece: six geese arranged just so, their necks twisted at precise angles. The memory of creating it sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

"Excuse me."

Detective James Marsden's voice breaks through my thoughts. I turn, meeting his suspicious gaze with a practiced smile.

"Can I help you?" I keep my tone pleasant, non-threatening.

"Mind telling me why you're watching our crime scene?" His hand rests near his holster, a subtle gesture most wouldn't notice.

"I'm Clara's... friend. Just waiting to drive her home." I offer him my hand.

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