4. Cade

Iwatch her hurry away, the click of her heels on the pavement echoing in my ears. She glances back once, eyes wide, before disappearing into the crowd. I stand motionless, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

How dare she walk away from me. Doesn't she know I'm the only one who truly sees her? Who appreciates her beauty and spirit? She's mine. I know it deep in my bones.

I melt into the shadows, keeping my gaze fixed on her golden hair as she weaves through the crowd. That friend rushes to catch up, looping her arm through Lily's protectively. I want to rip her arm right out of its socket for touching what's mine.

They exit the fairground onto the quiet street beyond. I trail behind soundlessly, using parked cars and trees as cover. The night air is damp and heavy, matching my dark hunger. I lick my lips, imagining what I'll do once my angel is alone.

The women turn down an alleyway, their voices echoing off the brick walls. I pause at the mouth of the alley, not wanting to get too close. My pretty angel glances back again and stumbles, cursing under her breath. Concern floods me, even though I know she just tripped over a crack in the pavement. My poor, fragile angel. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.

After an eternity, they arrive at a run-down apartment building. Lily keys in the code while her friend waits, nibbling her lip anxiously. I wish she would leave so I can make my move, but they both head inside.

I wait in the shadows, my body tense with anticipation. A few moments later, a light comes on, andI notice her apartment must be on the third floor. Fifteen agonizing minutes pass before the building door opens again. Her friend emerges, looking troubled. She pauses on the front step, glancing around warily before hurrying into the night.

Finally, she's gone, and I've got my pretty angel all to myself.

My pulse quickens when I slip from my hiding place and cross the street. The neighborhood is eerily quiet, most people already tucked away in their beds. No one to bother us. No one to interrupt.

I reach her building and pause outside the front door, glancing around. I try the handle and find it unlocked. These people are so careless with their safety. But I'll keep her safe. I'll always protect what's precious to me.

The front hall is dingy, the wallpaper peeling. I wrinkle my nose at the smell of mold and stale cooking. My girl deserves so much better than this.

I climb the creaking stairs, savoring the moment. My anticipation builds with each step, my cock hardening in my jeans. Soon, very soon, we'll be together. And I'll never let her go.

On the third floor, I find apartment 3C. This is my angel's sanctuary based on where the light turned on. I press my ear to the thin door and hear the shower running faintly. Arousal surges through me, vivid images flashing through my mind—Lily's pale, perfect body displayed before me, water sluicing over her curves. I have to see her. Now.

I try the doorknob, and it's locked. That doesn't deter me. I pull a lock pick from my jacket pocket and quickly pick it up, slipping inside and closing the door silently behind me.

The studio apartment is small and cluttered. A rumpled bed, overflowing hamper, dishes in the sink. But none of that matters. All I see is the bathroom door and the prize that awaits me beyond it.

Slow footsteps bring me to the bathroom door, my heart pounding in my ears. The sound of running water gets louder with each step. I pause outside the door, peering through the narrow crack where it meets the frame. There she is.

Her back is to me, golden hair cascading down as she rinses shampoo from it. Rivulets of water run down the graceful curve of her spine, over the swell of her ass. She's a vision. An angel. And she's all mine.

I watch, transfixed, as she turns to face the spray. Her breasts are small and perky, nipples tight in the cool air. My cock strains against my jeans as I imagine cupping them in my hands, pinching and sucking those perfect pink nubs.

I unzip my pants and free my erection, unable to tear my eyes away as I stroke myself. She's even more beautiful than I imagined. Her skin looks so soft, so pure. I want to run my hands over every inch of her.

She turns off the water and reaches for a towel. I hold my breath, waiting for her to get out. After toweling off her hair, she wraps the fabric around her body and tucks it in above her breasts. I bite my lip to hold in a groan of frustration. I was so close to seeing all of her.

Lily goes to the mirror and wipes away the fog, staring at her reflection, but doesn't seem to see herself. Her eyes are distant and troubled. I wish I could reach through the glass and comfort her, telling her everything will be okay now that I'm here. Now that she has me.

She sighs and drops the towel, and I nearly come undone at the sight. Her petite frame is even more stunning fully bare. I imprint every detail to memory, the mole on her left hip, the scar on her knee, and how her waist curves before flaring back to her hips.

Lily turns sideways and runs a hand down her flat stomach, examining herself critically. Doesn't she realize how breathtaking she is? She's perfect, so perfect. And she'll be even more perfect once she's mine.

I stroke myself as fantasies consume me. I imagine dryingLilyoff with that towel, caressing every inch ofhersoft skin, andkissing down her neck. At the same time, I cup her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasps. Claiming her pretty pink lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

In my mind, I push her down on that unmade bed and spread her legs wide. I lick and suck her pussy while she moans my name. Her hands twist in my hair, holding me against her as I devour her and slide two fingers inside, pumping them steadily until she comes undone beneath me, crying out in pleasure.

My balls tighten when I picture burying myself inside her tight cunt. I would start slow, letting her adjust to my size. But soon, I'd be pounding her relentlessly, owning her, making her mine. She would cling to me, overwhelmed by the passion I inspire in her. I would fill her up, mark her, ruin her for any other man. Her fear when I had her pushed against the bathroom wall was intoxicating.

My vision swims, and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to enter the bathroom. I can't afford to lose control. Not yet.

I explode, shooting my cum on the doorknob, leaving my mark for her to find later. Reluctantly, I tear my gaze away from Lily's exquisite body and tuck my semi-hard cock back into my jeans. As much as I want to go to her, I must be patient.

I take one last look at her, searing the vision into my mind while she stands there, oblivious to my presence and to the depth of my desire.

Silently, I slip away from the bathroom and move through the dimly lit apartment. My hand slips into my pocket, and I pull out my silver bullet, which I carry for luck, placing it gently on the kitchen counter. Then, I notice a notepad and pen, grabbing the pen, I write a note for her to find.

This belongs to you as you've pierced my heart, baby. I'll be coming for you.

I leave the apartment as silently as I had entered, closing the door behind me. My heart pounds with exhilaration and primal need. I want nothing more than to turn around, burst through that flimsy door, and take what's mine.

But I know patience is key. I cannot afford to lose control.

I descend the creaking stairs and pause in the dingy foyer, listening. I hear a door open and shut above me, followed by soft footsteps. Lily, my angel, is out of the bathroom, so she'll find my gift soon.

I slip outside into the cool night air. Once on the sidewalk, I melt into the shadows across the street. A lone streetlamp flickers, creating a circle of pale light on the pavement.

With immense effort, I turn away into the darkness. Each step toward the camp feels weighted down. The farther I move from Lily, the heavier my limbs become. Like I'm walking against a powerful tide, drawn back toward her light.

But I force myself onward, one agonizing step after another. Back to my cold, empty trailer. I missher already.

My Lily. My angel. My obsession.

Soon, I promise the darkness. Soon, my angel will be mine.