Page 39 of Pretty Little Fears

Iquickly press a kiss to her lips, “Shhh, my little obsession.Goback to sleep.”Iwhisper against her mouth, while trying to coax her back into the dreamland she was in.Hereyes flutter closed and she lets out a pleased sigh.Shelooks so peaceful,Idon’t want to ruin that.Iwant to keep that look on her face forever.Asmall idea forms in my head.Thethought of givingBlairpleasure while seeing if she truly trusts me swirls in my mind.

Continuingto kiss her,Itrail back down to her beating pulse.Suckingand nibbling on the throbbing point before going lower.Ileave open mouthed kisses on her collarbones, and across her breasts.Grazingmy teeth across her flesh,Ipull down her little pink cotton shorts.Ikiss my way down the flat line of her stomach untilIreach her pretty glistening pussy.

Lettingout a low guttural moan,Iswipe my tongue through her essence.Ilap at her folds, ensuring that she's nice and wet for me to slide in and bury myself there.Ido my best to not wake her.Blair’sarousal continues to grow, despite being unconscious.Herbody is so responsive to me, even in sleep.

Straightening,Itake my cock, sliding it through her slit, coating it with her arousal.Bringingmy swollen head to her entrance,Islowly push inside.Alow grunt fills the back of my throat asI'menveloped by her tight heat.AsIsink in deeper, her eyes start to flutter open as breathy moans leave her mouth.Thefeeling of filling her up with my cock is addicting.Imake a mental note to make a clone of my dick, wanting to try something new with her.Ican fuck both of her holes withonlymy cock.

“Emmett?”Shewhispers on a gasp. “Thatfeels so good.”

Ipress my lips back to hers and murmur into her mouth.“Doyou trust me?”

Shenods softly against my lips, “Isn’tit obvious thatIdo?”Asmirk begins to form on my face asIslink my arm up to her neck.Rockingin and out of her slowly,Iwrap my hand around her throat and squeeze, cutting off her airway.

“Goodbaby, that's so good.Squeezemy cock whileItake your breath away.Youlike that, sweet girl?Youlike giving it to me?”Shegives me a small nod while her little whimpers fade out as the blood flow to her brain slows down and she passes out under my hold.Ifit wasn’t for her reassuring nod, the wetness coating my cock would have been my sign that she was enjoying it.

Slowly,Irock my hips until the control within me snaps.Grabbingher ass,Isqueeze and lift her, no doubt leaving behind bruises of my fingertips with the hold.Idraw my hips back and snap them forward, hitting as deep as her body allows me.Ifeel her tightness stretch around me asIkeep up my relentless pace, her body bouncing up the bed with the force of my thrusts.

“Evenunconscious your pussy is gripping me like a vice, such a greedy fucking girl,Blair,”Igrunt out.Ileave one hand under her ass to keep her elevated for me whileIbring my other hand down and draw circles with my thumb on her clit.

Theclapping of our bodies colliding is the only thing to be heard besidesBlair’swetness pooling out of her.Ipick up my pace on her clit and change the angle of my thrusts to hit that spot deep inside her once more.Asher inner walls begin to convulse against me,Ipull out and drop between her thighs, swallowing down every drop she gives me.

Ithrust my cock into my hand whileIkeep drinking her orgasm down.Thefeeling of her coating my tongue, while also coating my cock makes my own release come tumbling towards me.Ilean back as warm white ropes of cum spray onto her stomach.I'mstill leaking asIshove back into her and bury myself deep, letting the rest of my release coat her walls.

Reluctantly,Ipull myself from her warm body after a few minutes.Scoopingup the pearly essence on her stomach,Iuse my fingers to push it inside her, ensuring she holds onto every drop.Ilean down and kiss her sweaty forehead asIcontinue shoving my cum deep inside her.Suddenly,I'mhit with thoughts of her stomach, plump and round with my child.Theidea of her being tied to me forever twists around and makes a home in my brain.

It’sa thought that hasn’t ever come to mind.I’vealways felt likeIwas destined to be alone.Mymother killed herself because she didn’t want me.Myfather has proven every single day thatI’ma useless burden.Grimmwas allIhad and what happens when he decides to start his own family?Blairis the first person to show me that being alone isn't for me after all.Sheis my everything.Iplan on showing her that every day until my last.

Igrab her panties and shorts and pull them back up her legs.Gettingout of bed,Icollect my clothes and dress myself.

Searchingfor the birth controlI'veseen her take on the cameras,Iopen the nightstand and dig around untilIcome into contact with the little case of pills.

Pullingout her birth control pills,Islip the placebo package out of the pocket of my sweatpants.Ihad gotten replicas online.Carefully,Ireplace the originals with the dupes, making sure to pop out the pills to match the day.

Thethought ofBlairforever being tied to me and having my child is a whole other drug on its own.Tohave her as my wife and the mother of my children is allIcould ever want with her.Iput the original package in my pocket and plan to dispose of it onceI’mhome.AsI’mclosing the nightstand drawer, the image ofBlair'sface on a littlePolaroidphoto stops me.

Ipick it up and examine it, she has a huge smile on her face that makes my heart skip.I'mkeeping this.Mylittle obsession.She’sso effortlessly beautiful.Ipocket the photo while quietly closing the drawer.

Mymotivation and purpose.Myexquisite little obsession.

Lookingover atBlair,Ibrush sweaty strands of hair from her face and run my knuckles down her cheek.Soonthere will be no severing the inevitable pull between us.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

BLAIR

Overthe past few weeks,Emmetthas been inserting himself into my life against my will.Likea stray coming back after it's been fed.It'sconflicting.Heconstantly pushes my boundaries and shatters any idea of respect for my personal space.Buthis antics make me feel adored and cherished.

IfI’mright about whatIthink he did toBraxton, and he was possibly killed, just for flirting with me, it’s concerning.Theguilt hanging over my head, heavy as a rain cloud preparing for a downpour.I’mafraid of what could happen if someone were to do more than harmlessly flirt.Myheartstrings tug, reminding me of the annotation he made in my novel.Theline repeats in my head,

“Ourhearts and souls are intertwined and tangled, to where you can’t tell whereIend and he begins.Ibelong to him wholeheartedly, and him to me.”

“Youare mine.Iam yours.”Iwhisper to myself, reciting the message he left me.

Moments, particularly from that night, weeks ago, tumble through my mind.Theheat of his breath on my skin, his hands gripping my hips and running through my hair.Hiseyes staring at me with lust and rage and something that resembles deep affection, almost like…love?Ilet out a chuckle, knowing it couldn’t be, butcouldit be?

Ifthis is wrong, andIshouldn’t be with this slightly psychotic man, why does he keep invading my thoughts?WhydoIwalk around campus hoping he has his sights set on me?WhyhaveIrelentlessly checked my phone for messages from him?Whendid my days become lonely whenI’mnot visited by his lingering shadow?

Everyday has been the same.Iwake up, go for a run, and get ready for classes.Frequently,Igo toCozyCupfor my morning fix before class.

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