The days of stalking her and breaking into her house are coming to an end, unfortunately, but I’m okay with that because now it's time to take her home where she belongs.
Away from dicks likeFlynnwho think they can look at what's mine.
A small spritz throws tiny particles of vanilla,crèmebrûlée, and sandalwood floating in the darkness before they settle on her pillow.Mhmm.Just inhaling that intoxicating aroma sends the blood pulsing through my veins andprecumkissing the tip of my cock. I give myself a couple of squeezes to relieve the pressure.
Cautiously, I roll her onto her back. No reaction. She's a heavy sleeper, but I'm always a bit wary that she'll wake up to me in the room. This is the first time I've done anything more than jerk off in the shadows while watching her sleep.
Propping a knee onto the bed, I wait, feeling the thud of my own heartbeat thundering through my veins. Still nothing. Just a little snore here and there.
Perfect.
Up goes the other knee. I gingerly move until I straddle her blanket-covered stomach. Slowly, oh so slowly, I inch the covers down until her nipples are revealed in the shadows. Soft tips rapidly harden as they meet the cooler temperature of the room.
My mouth waters in anticipation, but I can't set myself loose on her. Not yet. Not here.
Instead, I stroke my hardness, wetting my fingertips withprecumbefore gently smearing a thin layer of it on one taut nipple, then the other. Back to my dick for more fluid, then again to those luscious tips as her chest rises and falls in the unhurried rhythm of slumber. My fingers dance over those beaded nubs before falling away, sweeping over the soft sides of her breasts.
Bracing a hand on the headboard, I lower down until I feel the soft puffs from her mouth warming my cockhead. A thrill of power rushes through me as I tenderly paint her pink lips with my arousal, dragging my glans over the perfect bow shape, cock twitching as her lips slightlypurseat the unexpected pressure. My eyes can’t get enough of the sight of her covered with me.
She’s covered in my secretions.
In me.
I’m marking my territory.
Suddenly, she mumbles out a sleepy sigh, lashes fluttering. I freeze, my blood turning to ice. This would be a terrible time for her to wake up as I hover over her, bulging erection sticking out like a flagpole over her face. Reflexively, my hand grapples for the syringe.
Just in case.
Her eyes slowly open as my fingers dip into my pocket. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
Too soon.
Too late.
Mercy looks at me sluggishly, no doubt trying to process exactly what she’s seeing—a shadowy, brutish beast of a man straddling her, cock exposed in the moonlight. Exactly what every woman living alone wants to wake up to, I wryly think to myself.
Not.
It's apparent the minute it snaps in her brain. Her eyes widen and drop to my cock, then to her naked breasts. She gasps.
Here we go.
Before she can scream out the air she collects, my hand falls across her mouth and traps it inside while I fish the syringe out, popping the cap off with my teeth.
"Shh, Mercy. I’m notgonnahurt you. It’s just me," I croon.
If anything, my reassurances make it worse. Her chest heaves and sheflailsabout, knocking herrabbitoff of the bed. The sight of her breasts would grab my attention in any other situation, but the sheer terror emanating from her suppressed cries takes away from the moment. Screams of passion are one thing—pure and undiluted fear is another.
It's a bit of work pinning her arms to her sides with one hand and my knees, but I get it done before putting the bulk of my weight onto her thighs so she can't gain any traction.
"I didn’t want to do it this way, baby. You were supposed to stay asleep so you wouldn’t get upset like this."
Intravenously giving her thesedativewould have been ideal, but that chance has been shot to pieces. Intramuscular it is. I try to keep the needle out of view, I really do, but even in her distress and the darkness, my sweet Mercy has sharp eyes.
Nasal exhalations puff against the back of my hand in rapid release before her hot breath caresses my palm in a muted scream. Her restrained thrashing increases at the sight of a needle heading her way.
Poor thing. She doesn’t know this is a necessary first step to our life together.
