Page 25 of Hollyhocks

I swear I feel someone watching me but I’m so tired, I don’t care. Maybe my house is haunted.

“Make yourself at home,” I grumble with my eyes still shut, fluffing my pillow.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

I chuckle at my own thoughts. It’s official.

I’ve lost my mind.

I only had the privilege of hearing him scream my name and watching his shadow behind the frosted glass while he stroked his cock. I got to see his shadow pick up a bottle and squirt shampoo onto his head—odd—but that isn’t what is important.

I didn’t get to see his face pinch with pleasure. I didn’t get to witness his body finding relief from the thoughts of me. I didn’t get to see his come paint the wall. I didn’t get to see his cock tense and flex.

And I’m very fucking pissed off about it.

He shouldn’t have to count on himself. He has me to make him feel good. My poor little Doe Eyes, so wound up by the thoughts of me.

I step out from the wall, unveiling my true self. My skin changes from the color of the wall and floor to light purple. Istretch my wings, rolling my lips together to swallow the moan trying to escape.

I’ll need to find time to fly soon. I’ve been a busy girl following and watching him. Let’s not forget killing for him—well—forme. I haven’t made time to take care of myself.

It’s time I change that.

“Such a handsome man,” I whisper in the dark, tilting my head as if he is the most fascinating creature I’ve ever seen asleep. “You deserve to be protected, Doe Eyes. You’re all too sweet for this world.” I tiptoe around the bed, pausing when the floorboards groan under my weight.

Fitz adjusts in his sleep, flipping to his side and the blanket slips to his hips. My mouth waters, my fangs descend, and I roam my gaze over every square inch of his torso. He is sun-kissed with a dusting of hair on his chest that is sprinkled down his abs. A thin, groomed happy trail leads below the blanket, and I want to see what it is hiding.

I can still scent his orgasm hanging in the air. Such a waste for it to have gone down the shower drain when I’m aching to feel the warmth of his come inside me.

“We can’t let that happen again, Doe Eyes,” I whisper, careful not to wake him. “You don’t mind, do you?” I kneel on the floor, uncaring that it is uncomfortable, then crawl my way to his side of the bed. “I crave you. I’m so hungry.”

I reach for him, running my fingers through his thick head of hair. He grumbles before a small smile curls his lips.

“My good boy needs attention. How long has it been since you’ve been touched, Fitz? How long has it been since you’ve been the center of someone’s universe?” Daring to move my hand, I hold my breath, needing to touch his skin in some way.

My eyes water with need as an unfamiliar emotion tries to swallow me whole. A slight tremble has my hand becomeunsteady. Knowing I’m so close to my mate is an overwhelming sensation.

It’s as if the love I am capable of has exploded beyond a level I can’t understand. If my love were a star, it would burn slowly, so Fitz could have it for all eternity.

I release a nervous breath when the warmth of his cheek sinks into my palm.

“I’ll take care of you,” I say to him, leaning down to appreciate every freckle dashed across his nose. “You are mine now. I protect what is mine.” Wanting more now that I’m so close, his lips are their own galaxy, beaconing for me to explore.

And who would I be if I didn’t give in to such temptation?

Usually, it is me feeding from the desire of others, but my desire seems to be a constant flame being fueled by gasoline when I’m around him.

“You need to alleviate me.” I cup his jaw, my lips so close to his, that I can feel the soft puffs of breath grazing my mouth.

Unable to control myself any longer, I press our lips together. The kiss is soft with barely any pressure, so he doesn’t wake up, but still, the delicate clouds give and form to my own.

I lose control.

I begin kissing him harder, wanting him to kiss me back. I open my mouth, slipping my tongue across his bottom lip.

“Give me more, Doe Eyes. Let me taste your tongue,” I beg of him.

His heartbeat changes, the steady usual pace becomes faster. His eyes blink slowly, fighting sleep, and I push myself from the bed to the wall, blending in with my environment so he can’t see me.

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