Page 6 of Whiteout

Her hand shakes slightly as she brings the glass to her lips. She takes a long drink of her bourbon, and I know the drug is kicking in. Her eyelids start to look heavy. Ilean forward, resting my forearms on my thighs, studying her. I do not want to miss a second of this.

"Are you okay?"Keep her talking.Now, this is the part where some might call me a monster, but really, I'm saving her from the real monster.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired. It's been a long day." She's trying to convince herself more than me.

I push myself up from my chair and stand in front of her, reaching out to take the empty glass from her unsteady hands. She offers no resistance, and her eyes drift shut, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. The drug is working fast. I set the glass down on the table and gently take her hands in mine, pulling her up from the couch. Her body sways towards me, boneless and pliant.

Perfect.

"I've got you Ivy, just relax." I pick her up and cradle her soft body against my chest, inhaling the scent of her hair. It smells like snow and something fruity… cherries. I breathe it in, and my cock fucking throbs with the need to claim her. I want to brand her as mine, but I know I have to be patient. Tonight is only the beginning.

“Time for bed, Cherry.” I carry her out of the living room, and into my bedroom. I step inside and kick the door shut with my foot. I carefully lower her down onto the bed.Brushing a lock of dark, red hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her soft skin.

Her head lolls to the side, exposing her delicate neck. "Fucking perfect, and you're finally right where you belong."

She looks so innocent and peaceful lying there. I'm tempted to tear her clothes off and bury myself inside her, but I promised myself I'd wait.Patience, she's not going anywhere now.

Stepping away from the bed, I leave Ivy and walk back out into the living room. Her bag is on the floor, right where she left it next to her boots. I dump the contents of the bag onto the counter, sifting through her personal items. I find her phone, scrolling through until I find her contacts. I spot Sam's name and then Dirk's. I add them to my own contacts, just in case. I turn the screen off on the phone and set it back inside her bag, tucking it in like it never left.

Next, I lift her wallet, flipping it open. A few bills, one credit card. I stuff everything back inside, ensuring it looks untouched. As I stuff the wallet back into the bag, I catch a glimpse of a small box beneath her wallet— oral contraceptives. I toss the box into the trash, burying it under other trash so it's not visible.Those won't be needed anymore.

I sether bag back exactly where I found it. I think another drink is in order to celebrate my girl's arrival. I pour three fingers of bourbon into my glass, the amber liquid sloshing against the sides as I head back to the bedroom.

Once I'm sure she's in a deep sleep, I can finally touch her. I want to map out every inch of her body with my hands and mouth. I need to make sure she won't remember any of this in the morning, or if she does, she'll think it was all a dream. A blurred fantasy. But for me, tonight will be a night I will never forget.

I stand in the doorway of my bedroom, my eyes fixed on the woman sleeping in my bed. Her chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm. Her red hair spills across the white pillow like blood on snow. I step into the room, closing the door softly behind me, and pad across the wooden floor in my bare feet.

"Ivy," I whisper, reaching out to shake her gently. Her body doesn't stir. I knew she wouldn't, but I needed to be sure. This is the moment I've been waiting for.

My body is on fire as I undress. My cock is so fucking hard it's almost painful, just from thinking about what we are going to do together. I fold my clothes neatly and place them on the bedside table. I chuckle to myself as my eyes flick to the stack of clothing I've folded with precision. My obsession with neatness and order is almost laughable when compared to the wild, chaotic need I feel on the inside toclaim Ivy.

I down the last of the bourbon, setting the glass on a coaster I keep on my nightstand. I climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight, and lie down beside her. She's so fucking beautiful. I trail my fingers along her jaw, down the smooth column of her neck, and over the curve of her shoulder under her sweater. Her skin is soft and warm, and I want to mark it as mine. I want to see my handprints bruising her porcelain skin. I want to taste every inch of her.

I lean down, my breath ghosting over her ear, and whisper, "You're mine now, Ivy. There is no turning back after tonight." My lips brush against her skin as I speak, claiming her with my words and my touch.

Lying beside her, my mind starts to wander to all the things I want to do to her. I want to fuck her mouth, force her to take all of me, gagging on my length. I'll hold her down, my hand twisted in her hair, as I thrust into her throat. I'll fuck her face until she's a beautiful, drooling mess. Gasping for air with tears streaking her cheeks.

Then I'll flip her over, bending her over the edge of the bed. I'll spread those creamy white thighs apart, baring that tight little cunt to me. I'll tease her with my fingers first, rubbing her swollen clit, slipping my fingers inside her, preparing her for what's coming. She'll be so wet, dripping forme.

Then I think about tying her wrists above her head, binding her with ropes to the bed so she can't move. I'll blindfold her, so she has to rely on her other senses. No sight, only touch, taste, and sound. The sound of my cock plunging into her tight hole, the feel of my tongue lapping at her clit, and the taste of me on her lips.

I have to undress her; I can't wait any longer. I remove her socks, placing a soft kiss on each bare foot. I trail my hand up her calves, along her thighs, then I untuck her shirt from her pants. My knuckles graze the warm skin of her flat stomach. Her breath hitches as my lips find the hollow of her throat, and I know she's dreaming of me and my touch.

Slowly, I push her sweater up, revealing a simple, white lace bra. I pull the cups down and her breasts spill over the tops of the cups, and I pull one stiff nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. I get lost in the moment, my tongue lapping slowly.

Moving my mouth to her other breast, I don't miss the slight shift of her body. She's responding to my touch, she's loving this. Her nipples are rock hard, the tips brushing against my tongue as I tease them with gentle strokes.

She wants this as much as Ido.

I want to take my time, but the need to possess her is too strong to ignore any longer. Slowly, I unbutton her jeans, then pull the zipper down. I pull her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them, and toss them aside. I pause, taking in the sight of her naked body, exposed and vulnerable.

I lower my head, inhaling her scent. It's a mixture of something that's uniquely her and the sweet smell of cherries. My dick twitches against my stomach, and I groan at the torture I'm inflicting on myself. I start at her ankles, placing soft kisses along her calves, savoring the taste of her soft skin. My fingers skim along her thighs, spreading them wider and I blow gently, my breath tickling her sensitive flesh. A soft moan escapes her throat. I smile against her skin.

My girl is needy.

I work my way up, my hands roaming over her body, caressing every curve, burning every inch of her into my memory. I place my hands under her knees, spreading her open wide, and taste her for the first time. Her sweet, tangy flavor explodes on my tongue, and I groan my satisfaction.

I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, feeling her body shudder in response. I lap at her eagerly, my hands gripping her thighs tightly, holding her in place as I feast on her. Her soft whimpers fill the room. I suck her clitbetween my lips, swirling my tongue around it.

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