Page 109 of Creep

And I got the feeling he was asking me to stay with him for more than just this moment.

I pulled him down and kissed him instead of answering, molding my lips to his before I opened my mouth and let him in.

My skin felt like it was on fire. I was doing nothing more than riding the tide of pleasure, letting it soak over me.

I wrapped my legs around his trim waist, pulling him in closer to me and urging him to fuck me just a little faster, a little harder, as I deepened the kiss.

Mael didn’t disappoint. His hips snapped forward, pounding against me. It seemed he always knew just what I needed. I pulled away from the kiss first, wanting to look at him yet not wanting to break contact with our lips.

I moved between kissing him and pulling back to look at him.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by our shared moans and harsh breathing. I could feel the tension building, a coiling heat that threatened to consume everything inside me and leave nothing behind, just as destructive and beautiful as fire was.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?” Mael said through gritted teeth.

His words sent shivers down my spine, and I arched into him, desperate for more contact.

“That's it, baby,” he coaxed, his voice strained. “Let go for me.”

That command, combined with the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel myself teetering on the brink of the fall that would no doubt destroy me.

“Mael!”

I screamed his name as I came, clinging closer to him, afraid to let him go. Afraid this night might end, and I would have to say goodbye. Afraid I wouldn’t be able to get back to the old me afterward…

No, I wasn’t afraid.

I knew.

There was no going back from this.

I felt Mael tense above me, his muscles bunching up beneath my palm just before he came inside me, irrevocably changing me for good.

* * *

I layin his arms for the rest of the night, my head facing the clock I had set on the nightstand. My heart skipped a beat as the time ticked over to midnight. Then ten minutes past midnight, then half an hour. Before I knew it, we reached one in the morning, and there was no sign of my stalker showing, just like how I knew it would be.

Mael wasn’t asleep, I knew that much.

His breathing was too controlled.

I didn’t sleep either.

I couldn’t.

And when three o'clock finally hit, I felt him shift beside me.

I didn’t know where he went off to so early in the morning, but he always left around this time without fail.

He got up from the bed and dressed quietly.

I knew he was aware that I was still awake.

Once he was dressed, he moved over to the edge of the bed, stood there, and looked at me for a beat.

“I have to go,” he said.

I nodded, reaching my hand up and begging for a kiss. He complied like I knew he would. I closed my eyes and took in his scent. He smelled like Mael, not like my stalker.

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