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Tears stream down my cheeks as I head home, each step I put between us making my heart feel heavier.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Marcus

I slipthe key into Charlotte's apartment door, the cold metal biting against my skin as I turn it, making sure not to make a sound. My obsession for her has brought me here, in the middle of the night, without her knowing any better. The door creaks open, just enough for me to slip inside.

The darkness envelops me like a cloak, and my heart races with anticipation as I close the door behind me. My breath comes out in short, ragged gasps, betraying my desire to find her, to see her in the sanctity of her own home. I swallow hard, fighting down the knot of anxiety that threatens to consume me.

I move through the darkened apartment, each step calculated and deliberate, my ears straining to catch any sign of her stirring. The air is thick with the scent of her—floral and sweet, intoxicating me further. My need for her grows stronger with every passing second, driving me onward.

My eyes adjust to the faint moonlight filtering through the windows, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I feel like a hunter stalking his prey, and the thought sends a thrill down my spine. This game of cat and mouse excites me, even though I know deep down that it's not a game at all—it's a desperate, all-consuming need that only she can satisfy.

I pause outside her bedroom door, my pulse quickening. The handle turns easily under my grip, and I push the door open, my breath catching in my throat as I step inside.

The moment my eyes land on her, I can't help but let out a barely audible sigh of relief. There she is, lying in the middle of her bed like an angel who's graced me with her presence. The moonlight streams through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon her delicate features. Charlotte's beauty is ethereal, and it strikes me to my core.

I approach the edge of her bed, treading softly so as not to disturb her slumber. My heart hammers in my chest, threatening to burst from the sheer intensity of the emotions coursing through me. Standing over her, I drink in every detail—the way her chest rises and falls with each breath, the soft curl of her hair against her cheek, and the peaceful expression on her face.

"Fuck," I whisper under my breath, unable to tear my gaze away from her. My desire for her intensifies exponentially, consuming my every thought and fueling my obsession.

"Charlotte," I murmur, almost involuntarily, as if speaking her name will somehow tether me to this moment, to her. "You have no idea what you do to me."

My eyes trace the curve of her body beneath the thin sheets, and I harden. I want to run my hands along her skin, to taste her lips, to claim her as my own again. The raw hunger gnawing at me is overpowering, driving me to the brink of madness, yet I fight against it, knowing that I must savor this moment for as long as possible.

"God, I need you," I confess, my voice barely more than a whisper.

I take a step back, my body trembling with the effort to maintain control. Every cell in my being screams for me to close the distance between us once again, to make her mine in the most primal and possessive way imaginable.

But instead I watch her, my erection making an obsence tent in my pants as I torture myself.

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Charlotte

An icy shiver races down my spine, and I sense that something is off. My eyes flutter open to find Marcus's dark gaze locked on me, the intensity of his stare burning through the darkness. For a second, I can't breathe, as if the air in the room has grown thick with tension.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I stammer, my voice barely audible. Panic rises within me, threatening to swallow me whole.

"Shh," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "Don't be scared, Charlotte."

I scramble to sit up, clutching the sheets to my chest with trembling hands. My heart hammers in my chest, and I can't help but wonder how we reached this point. How did I end up here, with him—the man whose desires both terrify and intrigue me?

"Marcus, please... You shouldn't be here," I whisper, my voice shaking, but he doesn't seem to hear me.

"God, you're beautiful," he breathes, his eyes roving over my body hungrily, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "You have no idea what you do to me, Charlotte."

"Please... leave," I plead, my voice barely a whisper. But deep down, I know he won't go—not when I've given him a taste of what he craves.

And...do I really want him to? My indecision scares me.

"Can't you see it, Charlotte?" Marcus asks, his voice laced with need. "The way you affect me? The way you've burrowed under my skin?"

I struggle to keep my breathing steady, fear and desire warring within me. I've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable in my life. And yet, there's something intoxicating about the raw hunger in his eyes, the way they consume me whole.

"Marcus..." I murmur, unable to tear my gaze away from his.

"Say it again," he commands, his voice a dark seduction. "Say my name like you want me, like you need me."

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