Page 59 of Hunting Pretty

I had to show her I was serious. I had to put the fear of the devil in her. Or at least, the fear ofme.

Didn’t she know she was baiting the monster?

Or perhaps she didn’t care.

My girl had a dark side to her. A dark side that she kept even from her best friend.

A twisted shadow side that onlyIcould see.

That onlyIcould understand.

I could see it in the way she rolled the lily stem in her fingers as she lay in the middle of her large bed in just panties and a thin t-shirt, the dim glow of the moonlightthat streamed in through her open curtains caressing all her curves.

She caressed the petals against the top of her breasts, her thighs pressing together, most of her pillows kicked off the side.

She kept glancing over to the window, to the ivy-covered balcony and the shivering blue-green needles of the ancient Scots Pine that stood alongside the wall.

She was looking for me.

Waiting for me.

That’s why she kept her curtains open.

She wanted me to come.

She wanted me to see her all laid out and needy.

Oh, pretty girl. I can already see you.

My hot breath swirled around my cheeks as I pressed my face to the crack in her closet, my nostrils filling with the clean scent of her powdery laundry detergent from her hanging clothes, brushing my back like fingers.

I caught every movement of hers, every change in her breathing. The way her lashes fluttered closed.

And the delicious way her nipples poked through the thin material.

My cock hardened and my mouth watered.

God, how I wanted to wrap my mouth around those darker circles, wet the material with my saliva as I sucked, feel those sensitive points stiffen to pebbles against my swirling tongue.

She brushed the lily petals down her body, over those soft full breasts, over the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips.

Her back arched as she drew up her knees and let her thighs drop apart.

Fuck. I had the most glorious view of her soft mound, her panties already damp, her soft, pale inner thighs open and trembling just like that lily, soft white drawing into a pink center.

She traced the petals of my lily up her thigh.

Goosebumps raced across her skin and she let out a soft moan as those lucky petals brushed over her pussy.

Need surged through me. I wanted to chase those goosebumps with my tongue.

He had claimed her first.

Even though he was now dead, I had to keep to my promise.

I’d failed him before. I could not fail him in this.

But…

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