Page 10 of A Dark Infinity

I chuckle softly, the sound filling the space between us. “Yeah, things can get pretty hectic around here,” I admit with a smirk.

We continue to chat as we drive, the conversation flowing easily between us. Lark’s mere presence soothes the beast raging inside me, the one pressing me to return to her bed night after night. He wants us to touch her, to know what she tastes like.

As we near her apartment building, I reach out casually, my hand coming to rest on her thigh. To my surprise, she doesn’t tense up at the touch, instead leaning into it slightly as she continues to talk.

I take her lack of reaction as a good sign, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I guide the car to a stop outside her building.

“Here we are,” I announce, turning to face her with a grin. “Safe and sound.”

Lark nods, her smile bright as she unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the door. “Thanks for the ride, Ethan,” she says, her voice soft. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I return her smile with one of my own, watching as she disappears into the building before driving around the corner and into the accompanying parking garage. I wait there for almost an hour, checking the cameras in Lark’s apartment to make sure she’s not about to leave. Then I hurry into the building, and enter the apartment next to Lark’s. My new, temporary home.

“Sweet dreams,” I murmur, touching the wall we share. “I’ll be there as soon as you’re asleep.”

This time when I sneak into Lark’s apartment, I’m a man on a mission. I can’t take another night of only holding her. I need her taste to drown me. So when I enter her bedroom, I don’t hesitate to gently remove her cover. I suppress a groan as her body comes into view; she’s only wearing a tank top and panties.

Her nipples are straining against the fabric, making me wonder if she’s dreaming about me and all the things I want to do to her. Fuuuck, how I wish I could wake her up. Not yet. Soon, but not yet.

I gently spread her legs, my heart beating viciously as I slide my fingers across her mound. She moans softly and opens her legs wider as her hips lift off the mattress. My Little Bird is seeking my hand out, eager for what I want to give her.

My hand slides between her legs, and I run my fingers up and down her slit. I move slowly, teasing. My dick throbs, and I can’t wait any longer. I lean over her, positioning myself so I can stick my tongue out and lick her panty-covered cunt. Fuck, even through the fabric I can taste her wetness. She moans softly in her sleep, and I slide the fabric to the side so there’s nothing between us.

My tongue flick over her swollen bud again and again. The pleasure filled sounds she makes in her sleep spurs me on. My Little Bird is fucking loving this. Licking along her slit I push my tongue into her while rubbing her clit with my fingers. It doesn’t take long before Lark begins to gyrate her hips, whimpering.

“Come for me, Lark,” I whisper as I slide two fingers into her drenched cunt. I curl them and pump them in and out of her wet heat.

I stop caring about being discreet as her whimpers and moans grow louder. Instead, I lick her like a man possessed, thirsting for every ounce of her cream.

She cries out, her fingers tangled in the sheet. I thrust my fingers into her one more time, loving the way her cunt squeezes around them. Then I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean before allowing myself one last taste directly from the pussy.

Once I’m done, I slide her underwear back into place and move over to her dresser. I pull the crumbled feather from my pocket and leave it next to her phone.

Back in my apartment I text her from my untraceable phone.

Unknown: You look so pretty when you come on my tongue.

6

Lark

Iwakeupwitha start, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow in my room. As I rub the sleep from my eyes, I reach for my phone on my nightstand. When I pick it up my fingers graze something soft. Frowning, I pick it up. A fucking feather… my stalker.

Since he left the box on the bed, I’m not caught off-guard by him knowing where I live. But how did he get into my apartment? The question nags at me, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to come up with an answer. Was the door unlocked? Needing answers, I get out of bed and march over to the door. It’s locked. So… does he have a key?

Before I can give it more thought, my phone vibrates in my hand. It’s my alarm. After I switch it off, I notice the little envelope icon telling me I have an unread text.

Unknown: You look so pretty when you come on my tongue.

What? No… my hand flies to my mouth as a startled sound leaves me, and I sag against the door. That can’t be true. That would mean… and he would have… I… fuck. Just fuck. This is… I have no words.

I close my eyes and work on regulating my breathing before I work myself into a panic attack. Lowering myself to the floor, I draw my knees up and wrap my arms around my legs. Then I begin to rock back and forth.

Was I drugged? The thought sends a chill down my spine, but I quickly dismiss that idea since I don’t feel like I’ve been drugged.

I don’t know what to think or what to feel. Obviously, I feel violated from knowing he’s been here while I was at my most vulnerable. At the same time, I’m… fuck me, I’m intrigued by his obsession with me. It’s…

Damn, the more I think about it I realize I’m sort of flattered. Huh, that’s beyond messed up. I shouldn’t find it flattering that someone broke into my apartment while I was sleeping, yet I do.

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