28. Talon

28

TALON

M y movements are silent and efficient as I break into the apartment. I can't shake the obsession that consumes me, the need to keep Lena safe from that snake, David. As I navigate the rooms, I expertly install the hidden cameras, positioning them to capture every inch of her living space.

First, the kitchen, tucked away in the corner where it will go unnoticed. Then, one in the living area is angled to monitor the entire room.

My heart drums erratically against my rib cage as I slip into Lena's room. The moonlight casts an ethereal glow over her sleeping form, making her look like an angel. I approach her bed, transfixed by the gentle rise and fall of her chest. I want to touch her, but I remain still. For now, I'll just watch.

Working quickly and quietly, I place the cameras, ensuring they have the optimal vantage point. I need to be able to see her, to watch over her, to protect her from that bastard David. The thought of him touching her, defiling her, makes my blood boil.

I step back, surveying my handiwork. Now I can keep a constant vigil, my eyes never straying from the footage that will stream in. I'll know her every move, her every interaction. Nothing will slip by me.

I sit on the edge of her bed, careful not to make a sound. My eyes trace the delicate lines of her face, drinking in her beauty. I reach out and tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, my fingertips brushing her soft skin. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake. I lean closer, inhaling her sweet scent. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. I want to brand her as mine, mark her skin with my lips and teeth.

I know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. I reach under the covers, my hand gliding over her smooth skin. She murmurs something unintelligible but doesn't wake. My fingers find the hem of her nightgown and slowly inch it upward, baring her legs to my hungry gaze. I let out a sharp breath, wanting so desperately to touch her, to feel her wet cunt.

I gaze down at her sleeping form, my eyes trailing over her body longingly. My cock aches and throbs with longing, needing release. I know I shouldn't, but the temptation is too much.

I free my aching cock from the confines of my pants, stroking it slowly as I gaze at Lena. Her skin glows in the moonlight, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. I want to touch, taste, and feel her softness against me. I want to hear her moan my name as I fuck her into the mattress.

I stroke myself harder, imagining what it would be like to climb on top of her and slide into her warmth. She would be so tight around me, her legs wrapping around my waist as I thrust into her over and over. I'd feel her walls clench around my cock, milking me as I pounded into her.

The thought drives me wild, and I let out a strangled groan. My eyes flicker to her face, half-expecting her to wake up, but she sleeps on, oblivious to my presence.

I lean down, my breath ghosting over her ear. I whisper her name, my voice hoarse and full of need. "Lena," I breathe. "Baby, I need you."

I don't know if I intend to wake her. Part of me wants her to open her eyes and see the desperate longing in my gaze. But another part wants to keep her sleeping, to take her like this, with her innocence and trust laid bare.

I continue to stroke myself, my eyes glued to her body. I can't get enough of her. I want to hear her cry out my name as she comes, her body shaking with the pleasure I gave her.

I let out a harsh breath as pleasure coils in my gut. I'm close now, so fucking close. I tighten my grip on my cock, pumping it harder, faster. I bite my lip to stifle my moans, not wanting to wake her. I want to come all over her perfect tits, cover her in my cum, and then wake her up to lick me clean.

The image is too much, and I lose control, bucking my hips as I shoot rope after rope of hot cum into the air. It lands on her chest, a pearlescent streak against her creamy skin. I let out a shuddering breath, my body trembling with the force of my release.

I look down at her, my heart pounding in my chest. Lena moves, a soft sound escaping her throat. And then she simply turns over, continuing to sleep. She always could sleep fucking deeply.

She'll wake up with my cum on her chest, and that thought alone has my dick twitching with anticipation. It's wrong, I know, but I can't resist marking her. She's mine, and I need her to know it—to feel it. I want her to wake up and wonder who was in her room, touching her while she slept. The power of that thought has me gripping my throbbing cock.

I spot a pen and paper on her desk and move towards it. My hand shakes slightly as I scribble a note, the letters intentionally messy and unrecognizable. "You're so fucking beautiful. Look what you do to me." My cock jerks at the thought of her reading those words.

I glance around her room, my gaze landing on her dresser. That's when the idea comes to me. I open the top drawer and sift through her things until I find what I'm looking for—a small, instant camera. I smirk, already knowing what I'll capture with it.

With swift, deliberate movements, I snap a photo of my cock. It's still hard and leaking, ready to explode all over her again. I place the Polaroid with the note, ensuring it's visible, knowing the mystery will torment her.

Standing over her, I yearn to touch her one more time. I lean down, my lips ghosting over her ear. "You're mine, Lena," I whisper. “And I will haunt you to your grave if that’s what it takes to keep you close.”

Then, I leave her room, my heart pounding with anticipation. I can't wait for her to wake up and discover what I've done. The thought of her confusion, the stir of unwanted—or secretly wanted—desire, makes my chest tighten. She won't know who did this... for now. But one day, she'll figure it out. She'll realize it was me all along, and by then, she'll be mine, too obsessed and hooked on me to do anything but succumb.