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BeforeIcan think it through,Ishut off the feed and head upstairs.
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Isabel’sroom is locked.
Itry the handle once, twice, before exhaling through my nose.
Ipull out my keys, the metal cool against my fingers asIfind the oneIneed.Witha quietsnick, the lock gives way, andIpush the door open.
Isabelis sprawled on the bed, the blanket barely covering her, hanging off one side of the mattress.Shesleeps carelessly, oblivious to the world—oblivious tome.
Myeyes rake over her, taking in every detail—the way the moonlight casts shadows over her tanned skin, the soft curve of her lips, the delicate rise and fall of her chest.She’sbeautiful in a way that feels almost unreal, and for a moment,Ilet myself admire her without restraint.
Mycock twitches at the sight, my pants feeling too tight.
Istep closer, the floorboards groaning under my weight.Shestirs slightly but doesn’t wake.
Standingat the edge of the bed,Ireach down and lift the edge of the blanket, moving it aside slowly soIdon’t disturb her.Herlashes flutter, as if she’s lost in some dream.
Icrouch beside her, my face at level with hers, close enough to feel the faint warmth of her breath.Sheshifts, her nightgown riding higher up her thighs, exposing more of her taut body.Mygaze follows the curve of her legs, the bare expanse of her skin.
Fuck.
She’snot wearing anything underneath.
Aspark of heat coils low in my stomach.Myfingers twitch, the urge to reach out almost overwhelming.Myhands linger just above her, savoring the proximity.
Istay there for a moment longer, watchingIsabel, my mind racing with thoughtsIshould suppress.Myfascination with her is obsessive;Ishould stop pretending otherwise.She’smine, whether she knows it yet or not.
Everypart of me longs to claim her.
There’sno denying it now; my desire forIsabelis consuming.Ifeel it in my chest, low and insistent, spreading through me until it reaches every inch of my body.
Ican’t look away.Mypulse pounds in my ears, and my cock aches painfully against the confines of my trousers.
Iedge closer, careful not to wake her, but in the back of my mind,Iwonder if she would mind if she did wake.
Thethought spurs me on, my restraint slipping with each passing second.Itug at my belt, freeing myself from the unbearable tightness.Therelief is immediate, but it only heightens the hunger coursing through me.
Sheshifts again, her lips parting as a soft sigh escapes her.
Fuckit.
Bringingmy hand to the base of my cock,Ibegin to move my palm against the veiny skin.
Myheartbeat quickens, a rush of pleasure flooding through me.
Tracingthe curve of her body with my gaze,Ifeel an overwhelming urge to touch her.
Igently part her legs, taking in the sight before me.Herpussy is bare, plump and… fucking wet.
Oh, my little siren.Whatsecrets do your dreams hold?
Icontinue to torment myself, pushing closer to the edge but refusing to let it consume me just yet.Theurge to slip my cock inside her overwhelms me, butIforce myself to hold back.Thisis not howIwant to fill her for the first time.
ButIneed to touch her, even if it’s just for a moment.
