Chapter Six

Hallis

The first time I followed her, it was impulsive. I kept a far greater distance, not knowing if she could see me. While I quickly discovered that she could not see me beyond the threshold of The Ferryman, I still feared she might sense my presence. It became a habit, one I'm not proud of, but one I selfishly indulged in regularly. Watching her was a blissful kind of torture.

I drew an imaginary line that I told myself I'd never cross. I knew I was invading her privacy just by watching her walk to her home without her knowledge, by standing outside the door and looking in through the window. Even worse, the handful of times I found myself inside when she wasn't there, just longing to be near her. Entering her space while she was there would be a crossed boundary I knew I could never come back from.

But when she walked through her door tonight, I followed. When she stripped, I choked back a groan and palmed my aching cock. Allowing myself to touch her earlier had broken all restraint I had. The way she responded to my touch had me combusting. I had to walk away or I'd have pinned her against the outside brick of The Ferryman and sunk greedily inside of her heat.

I moved involuntarily when I heard water hitting the floor and soft moans coming from the bathroom.

I was not prepared to see her come undone by her own hand. My cock was straining with a ferocity that had me groaning even louder.

Her hands came to the ledge of the tub, and she abruptly sat up looking around.

Too late did I realize she had somehow heard or sensed me and I stumbled backward out of the bathroom. Still able to see her through the doorway, I watched her stand, reach for a towel to wrap around her delicious curves and step out of the bath.

A curious look furrows her brow as she scans the big room that is her bedroom, living space and small kitchenette all in one. My eyes follow her while she moves towards the bed. Dropping the towel on the floor, she climbs onto her mattress, laying on her stomach with her arms folded under a pillow. Her pale hair, still damp, fans out across her back. Seeing her ass on full display snaps the delicate hold I had on myself, and I am standing over her without a second thought. Goosebumps spring to life across her skin and she shivers. A soft moan comes next and her hips shift. Focusing on that movement, I watch as her body grinds into the mattress. Another moan follows and I reach into my pants, grabbing hold of my cock, pumping it once and stifling a moan of my own. I press my thumb over the leaking tip and swirl the pre-cum around the thick head.

"Hallis…" My whole body stills when she whimpers my name, my name.

With my hand still wrapped around my cock, I whisper her name and her hips move faster. I don't know if it's the proximity to The Ferryman, or if it's something else, but she can hear me.

"Touch me." She demands and then begs , "Hallis, I need you. " My hands are on her instantly. Seeking the molten core pulsing with need, I grip her hips and pull her ass up. She cries out when my teeth nip at her clit and my tongue laps hungrily at her drenched pussy, spearing her entrance repeatedly until her cries become louder and louder.

"If I ever am reborn," Lick. " the only requirement I'll need," Bite. "is this cunt," Lick. "as my last meal in that life and all others." She comes on my tongue with a scream the moment I plunge it deep inside her and I drink it up like a man starved.

Lilah's ragged breaths fill the room. She falls back onto the mattress, and I lay down beside her, wrapping my arms around her. She shivers again and I know in this form I'll never be anything but a cold embrace. Even so, she still presses into me. My cock rests against the crease of her ass, still hard as stone. I slide it between her thighs, gliding across her entrance but not breaching it, and am rewarded with yet another moan. She squeezes her legs together, creating a vise grip on my cock. Slowly, I fuck her this way, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder. When she reaches down to touch herself, brushing repeatedly against the tip of my cock, I sink my teeth into her skin and come.

My hand moves down over hers and I slip two fingers into her cunt while she still rubs her clit with increasing speed. If I wasn't dead already, she'd be the absolute death of me. I am hers, for however long she'll have me. However, she'll have me. Pumping my fingers in and out of her, matching her ruthless rhythm, I growl into her ear, " You own me."

Her walls flutter around my fingers and suck at them when she comes hard and fast, gripping onto the sheet and crying out my name.

"Well, isn't this cozy."