Endless Obsession – Episode 17
Episode 17
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Warning: 18+
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⚘Asher⚘
I take one of the candles and place it on the other bedside table before turning back to face her.
Her nightie has parted, and I can see her panties, which are sheer enough to show a small patch of darkness, even in the low candlelight. Her flat stomach is on display and it’s currently moving up and down with her rapid, heavy breathing. Her lips
are parted, and every few seconds her tongue darts out to lick them, tempting me beyond measure. Her hair fans out across her pillow. She is truly the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.
I feel like I can’t breathe, so I unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt.
I sit on the bed by her hip and lean slightly over to rest my hand by her other hip. Feeling like I’ve waited a lifetime to touch her, I lightly trace my fingers across the softness of her lips. Her breath hitches.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. “I want to both devour and cherish you.”
“I want to see you,” she whispers back.
“Soon, Poppy, I swear to you. Please, be patient with me.”
Noticing the vase of flowers on her bedside table, I pull one of the lavender roses from it. Starting with her lips, I slowly run it across them. She sucks in a shuddering breath and then releases it. With a moan, she lifts her head as I trail the rose down the column of her neck. The rose travels over her collarbone to the center of her chest, before I move it to play over one of her nipples. Her back arches off the bed. This woman amazes me with her beauty.
Needing my hands on her, I drop the rose on the bed beside her. My fingers take the same path as the rose as I glide them across the seam of her lips, and her tongue darts out to meet them. I groan in response,loving the feel of her tongue on my flesh, even if it is just my fingertips. I apply pressure on her bottom lip, opening her mouth a little wider, before I trail the digit slowly down the column of her neck. I feel her throat move when she swallows.
Instead of going the route that I know she wants me to, which is down her chest, I veer off to go across her collarbone to her shoulder. I leisurely make my way down her arm, causing goosebumps to break out across her skin, until I reach her hand. I pick it up and flip it over so her palm faces my lips. I place gentle kisses there, before taking little nibbles.
“I’ve waited so long to touch you,” I tell her, taking one of her fingers into my mouth and sucking. I remove it, place another kiss to her palm, then put her hand against my chest, right over my heart through the opening of my shirt. “And to feel you touch me.”
Her nails dig into my skin, eliciting another groan from me. Her hand is so warm and soft. I’ve never felt such pleasure from a single touch.
“Sterling,” she sighs. Hearing the nickname she gave me sends desire racing through me. I want her to shout the name in pleasure, but I want to hear her shout my real name more. I have to force back the words that will reveal who I am. It’s not time yet.
Panting, Poppy runs her hand down my chest until she reaches my abs and traces the tight muscles there. My stomach spasms with the feeling of her hands on me. It takes every single shred of control I have not to pounce on her. I want to make this good for her. Tonight isn’t about me, it’s about Poppy.
When she starts to roll to her side, reaching for me with her other hand, I pull her hand from my stomach.
“No.” My demand is soft.
“Please,” she pleads. “Let me touch you.”
I place a kiss on both her palms before placing them above her head with one hand.
“I will, later. But right now, this is for you.”
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She whimpers, and I almost chuckle at the desperate sound.
“Keep your hands there.”
At her nod, I glide my hand back down her arm, then remove it when I reach the side of her breast. Standing, I remove my shoes and finish unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. I decide to leave my pants on for now, because the temptation to take her will be too great if they’re not in the way.
By the time I drop my shirt to the floor,Poppy’s legs are seesawing on the bed and she’s breathing heavily. Her face is still turned toward me. I know she can’t see me, but she can hear what I’m doing.
“Do you ache for me, baby?” I ask, taunting her.
“Yes. Please, Sterling.”
“Be patient for me, and I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”
Without waiting for a reply, I get up on the bed and straddle her waist. Having her beneath me is something I’ve wanted and imagined for almost a year. Having it now is so much more than I fantasized.
I lean forward to rest my hands on either side of her raised arms and glide my tongue across her lips. I’m desperate to take them, but I need to know she wants it
just as much. There’s been so many times she’s been in my office at work, or in meetings, or when I watch her sleep at night that I’ve imagined kissing her. I know without knowing that she’ll taste unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. Once I know that taste, nothing else will ever compare. I’m already addicted to it, and I haven’t even tasted her yet.
When she lifts her head to get closer to me, I have my answer. I drop my head the rest of the way and take what I’ve been dying to have. Her mouth opens immediately, and I dip my tongue inside. Just as I knew she would, she tastes like pure fu.cking heaven. We swirl our tongues together and mimic the act of sex with our mouths. I could kiss her all day and never in a million years get enough of it.
I pull back slightly, giving myself just enough room to tug on her bottom lip with my teeth. She whimpers and moans beneath me. I settle more of my weight on her and feel the lace of the bodice and the swell of her breasts against my chest. My cock presses painfully against my jeans, and I both curse and thank God I decided to leave them on.
Poppy becomes restless beneath me. Her stomach presses against my erection, and I growl into her mouth. She’s making it so goddamn hard to stay focused on what I want to do right now.
I feel her arms moving, and to prevent it, I pin them back down. Against her lips, I tell her, “No. My control is slipping, Poppy. Keep your hands there or I’ll lose it.”
“That’s exactly what I want you to do,” she breathes out and arches her back, pressing her gorgeous tits harder against my chest.
Shit. I really need to pay them some attention next.
“Believe me, baby, you definitely want me to lose it, but I’m not ready yet. Right now is for you. Now, be a good girl and keep your hands above your head.”
Her arms relax once again, but her lips turn into a pout. I do the only thing I can do and drop mine back to hers for another searing kiss. I feel the satin of the scarf against my heated face. I want to rip it away and see the desire in her eyes, but I don’t.
Pulling back from her addicting lips, I leave wet kisses down her neck. When I stop between her breasts, I look up to find pure rapture on Poppy’s face. Her lips are parted and her face is flushed. It sends my blood to boiling and my need skyrockets. I keep my eyes on her as I trace my fingers along the edge of the cups covering her tits. I pull the material down a centimeter by slow centimeter, until it’s tucked below her breasts. I’ve watched from the window as she’s undressed numerous times, so seeing her tits is nothing new to me, but holy fu.cking hell. Seeing them up close and having them inches from my mouth and hands has my body locking up tight.
Unable to hold back any longer, I run the tip of my tongue around one dark nipple before tugging it between my teeth. It instantly tightens up into a hard nub. Her body withers and she cries out.
Spurred on by her cries of pleasure, I yank down the other cup and palm that breast. I pinch the tip between my finger and thumb, making her gasp and jerk. I release that nipple and plump up her other breast and bring it to my mouth.
I lift my head and shift the loose material that’s below her tits, so it falls to her sides.
“You are so fu.cking beautiful,” I murmur huskily.
I drop my head again and lay kisses on her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button along the way. I make my way down until I reach the top of her skimpy panties. Kneeing her legs apart, I settle between them, my eyes landing on her satin-covered center. Her arousal has soaked the material. I blow gently and her hips jerk up.
“Oh, my, God! Sterling, please!”
A rush of satisfaction hits my gut with her plea. Giving into both our needs, I settle my mouth over her clit and suck her hard through the material. I moan, not only
because the vibration will add to her pleasure, but because she tastes so fu.cking amazing, even through a layer of satin.
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Getting on my knees, I tug her panties down her legs, impatient to taste her bare. I settle back down and swipe my tongue through her folds. She bends her knees, and using her feet, she jerks her pelvis up for me. I hold her in place by putting my hands on her stomach. I alternate between sucking and tugging her clit between my teeth. When I look up at her, her hands are fisting the headboard above her head so tight, her knuckles are white. Her head thrashes back and forth and her moans become louder.
I fu.cking love that I can bring her such pleasure. It makes me feel like I’m ten feet tall and untouchable.
Reaching around her thighs, I bring my hands to her pussy and spread her wide open. She’s dripping, her wetness sliding from her pussy down the crack of her ass, soaking the cover beneath her. I swipe my tongue through her wetness, basking in the deliciousness that is her essence.
Using my tongue, I fu.ck her pussy until she’s bucking and jerking in my grasp. Each move she makes has my tongue going in deeper. I move back to her clit, sucking it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue.
The pressure building behind my jeans is almost unbearable. I grind down on the bed to try to help relieve it. It doesn’t help.
She whimpers when I get up on my knees.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I soothe, cursing the blindfold for hiding my view of her eyes.
I use two fingers and slide them into her tight pussy. My thumb goes to her clit and applies pressure. I lean over and crush my lips to her, absorbing her cries of rapture. We both drink greedily at each other’s mouths. Adding a third finger, I curl them up and flick them back and forth once I feel the spongy flesh inside her. Her knees draw up and wrap around my waist.
Her walls grip my fingers so tight I can barely move them inside her. Her cries become louder and her breathing heavier. I lick my way down her neck and suck a piece of the sweet smelling skin into my mouth,something primitive in me making me want to leave my mark on her.
She begins to spasm against me, and I move back to her mouth, needing to swallow her pleasure-filled moans. There’s no better feeling than her clamping down on my fingers and hearing her shout the name she gave me.
“Sterling!”
I damn near lose it in my jeans, barely managing to keep it together.
I nip and lick at Poppy’s mouth as she gets her breathing and body under control. I remove my fingers from her pussy and lick my ring and middle finger. I trace my pointer finger across her lips, coating them with her juices. I lean down and lick it away before putting my finger back to her lips.
“Lick and see for yourself why your taste drives me insane.”
Hesitantly, she darts her tongue out, and I slide my finger inside. She sucks the finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it like she’s trying to get every last drop.
“How do you taste?” I ask, pulling my finger from between her lips.
Her face flushes a beautiful pink before she replies. “Sweet and bitter.”
“Pure fu.cking heaven,” I correct her.
“I want to touch you.” She rocks her hips up to meet my cock.
My body demands I give into her request, so I remove her hands from the still tight grip on the headboard and place them on my chest. I suck in a sharp breath and hold myself still as she explores the contours of every muscle she comes across. Her fingers glide across my pecs and up over my shoulder to the column of my neck. I swallow when she runs a light finger across my Adam’s apple, making it bob up and down. When she makes it to my cheeks, she scrapes her nails gently over the scruff that’s grown since this morning. Leaving the rough skin behind, she next moves to feather her fingers across my lips, nose, and eyes. I’m glad I thought to remove my eyebrow ring earlier.
I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to see me through her fingertips. The act has my heart pounding and my blood pumping. I can’t wait to have this woman look at me as I take her in all the ways I’ve imagined.
She sits up, the extra length of the scarf falling down her back along with her hair. Her skin is shiny from a fine sheen of sweat. She takes her hands from my face and moves them back to my abs before going to my waist. She pushes me back until I’m on my knees, still between her legs. When she leans forward and puts her lips to the center of my chest, I have to fist my hands to keep them from shoving her back and plowing into her body. I’m giving this exploration to her by sheer force of will, when I want nothing more than to fu.ck her body into the mattress.
“Ah fu.ck,” I groan deeply.
“Mmm…” she moans against my nipple, before taking the little nub between her teeth and tugging gently. I almost jump out of my skin.
Her lips move down my torso and lick along the dips of my stomach muscles. Each lick sends sparks of desire shooting through me. My poor cock doesn’t know what to do. It’s straining against my jeans to be let out to play. Poppy rubs her cheek against my denim-clad cock, and I jerk against the offending material.
“Fuck, baby, having you so close to my cock, but not having your touch is torture.”
Her lips tip up into a smile, and I want to
smack her ass. The woman knows what she’s doing. I push the thought away of her learning her seduction skills from someone else before I punch something. The last thing I want to do is ruin the mood, and that is a surefire way to do it.
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When Poppy pops the button on my jeans, I forestall her before she can pull down the zipper.
“You need to be sure this is what you want before you release me. I would never force you into something you don’t want, but it’s going to kill me if I have to stop.”
There’s no hesitation on her end. Her reply comes immediately. “I’m positive.”
Relief like I’ve never felt before has me releasing the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
I lean down and cover her mouth with mine for a deep kiss before pulling back. I murmur against her lips, “I’m not going to fu.ck you tonight.”
She pulls back from me. I can’t see her eyes, but I can tell she’s frowning by the downward curve of her lips.
“What? Why not?” she asks, unable to keep the disappointment from her tone.
“Because the first time I fu.ck you, I want to look into your gorgeous blue eyes when I do it. I want you to know who’s taking your body and making it his own.”
She lifts her hands like she’s reaching for the scarf, but I catch them in midair and kiss the palms before placing them on the center of my chest, right over my heart.
“Not tonight. I promise you that this time next week, you’ll know who I am.”
“Fine,” she snaps, making me chuckle.
I put her hands back to the waistband of my jeans.
“Now, do what you were doing before I
stopped you.”
My words have her hands moving again. I can feel the warmth of them through my pants, and I swear my dick strains to get closer. It seems like it takes forever for her to pull the zipper down. I’m still wearing boxer briefs, but having the denim out of the way gives me immediate relief.
I watch as her delicate hands push down my jeans, taking my black briefs with them. Once out of the way, I wait with more anticipation than I ever have before for her to take me into her soft hands, and when she does, it feels like I’m being touched for the first time. Everything feels like a first with Poppy, like no other women ever existed before her.
“Oh my,” she breathes out when she feels the size of me.
I’m not tooting my own horn, but I’m not your average size. I’ve had numerous women tell me they’ve never seen a cock so big before.
“Umm…” Poppy says, cutely biting her lip. When she lifts her head, the worry is back on her face.
I put my palms on either side of her face and run one thumb over her lips.
“Don’t worry, Beautiful. I’ll be gentle the first time.”
She licks her lips and brings her head back down so she’s facing me. I grit my teeth when she runs her hand down my length from root to tip. She does this a couple more times before she leans forward. I hold my breath as I wait for the tip of her tongue to meet the head of my dick. The instant it makes contact, air hisses out of my lungs.
She swirls her tongue around the slit and applies pressure, like she’s trying to insert it in the hole there, before sucking just the head into her mouth. My head tips back, and I release a long, deep groan. Her mouth is so damn hot.
Needing more, I put my palms on the back of her head just below the scarf and my thumbs go to her jaw.
“Open more for me, baby.”
She complies, and I slide further inside. Due to my size, I can’t go as deep as I’d like. It’ll take her some time and practice for me to fit my full length inside her delicious mouth.
Holding her head still, I slowly move my hips back and forth. The suction of her mouth and the velvety feel of her tongue has my balls already drawing up. I’m not ready to let go yet, so I force my orgasm back. I want to savor every fu.cking second of this feeling.
“That’s it, Poppy. Just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels so damn good.”
She hums in the back of her throat, and I damn near lose it. My hands tighten in her hair. Her hands latch onto my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as her mouth slides up and down my cock. I’ve never been so damn hard in my fu.cking life.
As long as I’ve waited to feel her mouth wrapped around me, there’s no way I’m going to be able to last much longer. It feels too damn perfect.
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When she brings one hand up to grip the base of my cock to slide it up and down along with her mouth, the other goes to my balls and squeezes them lightly. I throw back my head and shout. Of their own accord, my hips buck forward, shoving a little too much of my cock inside her mouth. It hits the back of her throat, and I
feel it spasm as she gags. I try my best to pull back, but she follows me, intent on taking me as far as her mouth will allow.
I gaze down at her and see a dribble of spit slide out the side of her mouth, and fu.ck if that sight doesn’t send me to the very edge.
Finding my voice through a thick throat, I manage to ground out, “If you don’t want my cum in your mouth, you need to pull away, baby.”
Instead of heeding my warning like I thought she would, it seems to spur her on. Her mouth tightens around my shaft and she takes me even deeper. I feel the muscles of her throat hit the tip, and I let loose. Fisting her hair, I start fu.cking her mouth in long sure strokes, only managing to fit about three quarters of the way in, until I feel the first string of cum coat the back of her throat. My muscles tense, but I keep my eyes locked on her face as she greedily swallows every last bit.
She slows her movements, still sliding
her hand and mouth down my cock, until I’m empty. My hands loosen in her hair and she releases me with a pop. My still hard cock bobs as she licks her lips. Still amazed at her willingness to drink my seed, I lift her up to her knees and lean down her take her mouth in a scorching kiss. I taste myself on her tongue and it only makes my need for her to grow again.
“I always knew being with you would be beyond my wildest dreams,” I murmur against her lips between kisses. “But I never in a thousand lifetimes would have thought it would be as perfect as it was.”
“Just imagine how it’ll be when you really make love to me,” she says, nuzzling into my chest.
I shake my head, even though she can’t see it.
“I can’t imagine how good that will be. There’s no stretch of the imagination that would even come close.”
Her expression melts even further.
“Please, let me see you. I want to know who you are.”
My resolve almost crumbles with the ache in her voice, but I push the need to please her back down. It’s only a few days before all will be revealed. I need those days to get past the fight I know I’ll have on my hands.
Instead of answering her plea, I lean forward and kiss her again, hoping to distract her. She wraps her arms around my waist and leans into the kiss. I bend down more until my encircled arms reach her waist and then lean back up, taking her with me so her knees are no longer on the bed.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I whisper against her lips.
She does so and it puts her chest flat against mine, and her drenched pussy meets my still hard cock. I groan at the contact, and she moans. I sit back on my heels so her ass is sitting on my upper thighs.
The scratch of the lace-covered satin of her nightie reminds me she’s still wearing it. I unhook the clip on the bodice and pull back just far enough to yank it over her head, careful to avoid dislodging the scarf. I pull her back in and the warmth of her tits and the hard nubs of her nipples meet my chest again. I grip her ass and slide her along my hardness. I clench my jaw and she opens her mouth with a sweet cry. I want to sink myself inside her so badly, but that’s one thing I refuse to do until she knows who I am.
With her arms around my neck and my lips back on her throat, sucking hungrily, I lean forward and lay her back down. My hips settle between her spread thighs, and I pump them slightly, causing a delicious friction. She’s so damn wet that my cock slides easily between her lips.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me when I finally fu.ck you,” I growl, moving my lips back up to hers.
Minutes later, I pull back. Poppy’s face is flushed and her lips swollen from my kisses. She’s looks absolutely stunning, and well and truly satisfied. But I’m not nearly done.
I sit back on my heels and pull Poppy’s hips until her ass is resting on my thighs again. The movement puts her pussy at the perfect angle for what I want to do next. Grabbing my shaft, I put the tip at her clit and rub it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her back arches off the bed and she grips the sheets in her tight fists.
I alternate between watching her face and watching my cock stimulate her. I don’t know which is my favorite. I love watching my body touching hers in a way I’ve only ever dreamed about before, but watching the pleasure cross her face will forever be planted in my memory.
I hold the base of my cock and use the head to slap it against her clit a few times.
Her legs tighten around my hips and she pants harshly.
“Play with your tits, baby. Grab those hard nipples and pinch them for me. Show me what you like.”
My dick jumps in my hand when I see her palm her breasts, plumping them up, before releasing them and pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
I slide my hand up and down my erection a few times, it slick from rubbing against her, before placing just the head at her opening. My other hand moves to her clit, and using my thumb, I swipe the hood of skin. I flex my hips just enough to let the tip of my dick enter her, and I swear I see stars. Every damn muscle in my body is tense from holding back from thrusting forward and impaling her on my cock. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, trying to control my body’s natural instincts to take her.
Once I think I have myself reasonably under control, I bring my gaze down to where my cock’s head is just inside her body. I pull my hips back until her body releases my cock, only to push forward again.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl hoarsely.
“More, Sterling. Please, I need more,” Poppy pleads breathlessly.
“No,” I growl, clenching my eyes shut again, forcing the need away once more.
The next time I push forward, I feel her walls clamp down on me. My eyes swing to her face to see her mouth open, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her fingers still pinching her nipples, and a look of pure ecstasy on her face.
I pull my shaft away and work my hand up and down the hard appendage. My thumb attacks her clit, then dips inside her starving pussy before going back to her clit. Our breathing is labored and it feels like I can’t get enough air into my lungs. Her moans of pleasure have her head thrashing on her pillow. The combination of watching her come undone, having her body set out before me, and my hand pumping for my own release sends me over the edge of oblivion.
Knowing I shouldn’t, that I should make sure it’s okay with Poppy, but doing so anyway, my hand works faster until I feel my release take over. I watch with possessive eyes as my cum spurts all over her pussy, marking her in the most primal way known to man. She shudders as the warmth hits her.
I use my fingers to smear my cum all over her. I watch her face for her reaction as I slide my fingers inside her, pushing my cum into her body. I do this several times, making sure to get as much as I can inside her. This woman is mine, and will always be mine. Having my seed on and in her body dares anyone to say otherwise.
Either she’s still awash in her pleasure and doesn’t realize what I’m doing, or on some level knows, but doesn’t care at this point. She gives no reaction. I continue my gentle assault on her to insert my cum inside her pussy until I’m satisfied.
I lean down and brush a kiss against her lips. “Thank you,” I whisper.
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She’s given me a gift that’s more precious than anything on this earth—besides her, of course.
“For what?” she asks sleepily.
I cup her cheeks in my hands. “For trusting me.” I kiss the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and then her lips before pulling back. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
Not wanting to leave, but knowing I need to clean her, I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. I wet a washcloth with warm water and walk back into her room. She looks well satisfied with her hair tussled, her face relaxed, and her body lying limply. I want to beat my chest like a damn caveman, knowing I did that to her.
But instead, I sit beside her. Her body jerks like I woke her from a light sleep. I hate knowing I have to wash my seed off of her, but I also know how sticky that shit gets if it dries and how uncomfortable it’ll be for her. Knowing she’ll still have some of it inside of her allows me to set the warm cloth on her pussy. She jumps at the contact and releases a sigh. I smile at her body’s reaction.
Even though she’s still wearing the satin scarf and it’s dark in the room, I know she’s tracking my movements with her eyes. Her head is tilted down as she bites her bottom lip.
“Tired?” I ask as I wipe away my cum.
“Mmmhmm…” she hums tiredly and stretches her arms over her head.
I chuckled at her catlike move.
Once I’m finished cleaning her, I take the cloth to the hamper by the bathroom door and go back to the bed. I should leave and let her rest, but the temptation to stay for a little while longer is too great.
I sit beside her again and simply watch her. Her breathing is deep and even, telling me she’s fallen asleep. Knowing that I’ve satisfied her enough, and that she trusts
me enough to fall asleep with me still in her home has my chest growing tight. I lean down and place a soft kiss on her pouty lips, and she releases a tired sigh.
Gently, so as not to wake her, I lift her head and reach back to untie the scarf. I know I’m risking her waking up and seeing me, but the need to see her face unencumbered is something I can’t deny myself.
I pull the scarf from her eyes to see them still closed; her thick, dark lashes rest against her cheeks. She looks peaceful and innocent. It’s her purity that drew me to her in the first place.
I run my fingers down her cheek. She turns her head, like she’s looking for more of my touch. I watch her sleep for a few more moments before standing to get dressed. A hollowness forms in my belly, knowing I have to go. I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with her, handcuff her to me, and never let her out of my sight.
Some people say that when you’re with the same person for a while, you look forward to the moments alone. That being in their company twenty-four seven drives them crazy. Or that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and you never know what you’ll miss until you’re not around them. That’s such a load of bullshit. There’s no fu.cking way I could ever want to be away from Poppy. She helps me breathe easier and makes my heart pump stronger. If it was up to me, I’d super glue her to my side so she could never get away from me. Hell, I see her all week at work, and then stalk her with the tracking device in her car and the cameras I have placed in each room of her house. I could watch her all day and it still wouldn’t be enough. After a year of this, I can’t even begin to imagine ever tiring of her, ever.
I place one last kiss to her lips and blow
out the candles, bringing the room into total darkness. Poppy rolls to her side, tucking her hands beneath her cheeks. I grab the throw blanket at the end of her bed and slide it over her body to keep her from getting a chill.
With one last look at her, I turn and silently make my way out of her room.
One day soon, I won’t have to leave her or watch her from the sidelines. I know I brought this on myself. I’m the only one keeping us apart right now. I could very easily go back and wake her up and show her who I am, but to be honest, I have some doubts on how she’ll take the news of it being me. She’s not attached to me enough. Finding out her boss of almost a year has been stalking her, watching her from her window, has video cameras in her home, and knows almost all there is to know about her will freak her the fu.ck out. She’s taken what little information I’ve given her so far
too well, but that doesn’t mean she’ll accept everything I’ve done.
I’ve waited this long. Waiting a few more days to ensure she’ll accept me won’t kill me, even if my body doesn’t agree.
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Endless Obsession
