Page 32 of Death's Obsession

I’ve seen this bedroom hundreds of times.

It’s my bedroom. The moaning is coming from me. From the nanny cam.

In the video, my arms are slack above my head on the bed, and I’m moaning as I grind my hips. “Letum!” I scream in the video as my entire body buckles. But no one else is on the screen.

It’s time stamped the same night I dreamt about Letum in a forest.

The video flickers and I’m on my hands and knees with my mouth wide open, making gagging noises as my body is jolted forward like invisible fingers were thrusting into me. Because they were. Letum’s soul was.

This whole time it was him. He cut the recording straight from the nanny cam and kept it. Oh god. There must be hundreds of hours of footage that he’s kept of me. Or maybe of him, of us.

Heat pours through my veins at the memory of that night. Did he rewatch the videos to get off on it? God, what if there are dreams that I don’t remember?

My heart skips a beat when I spot a rolled-up brown parchment next to the laptop. Three weeks of no communication or letters. And he chose today of all days to make contact?

I waste no time snatching the letter from the table and unrolling it like my life depends on it.

How I long for the taste of the night. How I long to hear the sound of the storm. I’m coming for you, my love. Once I take a bite, you’re mine until even eternity comes to an end.

The arousal pooling between my legs only grows. I try to act like the note doesn’t affect me, but I rush back to the kitchen to scarf down my dinner, forgetting all about the fact that he hasn’t contacted me in weeks.

Will I see him in my dreams tonight? Will the shadow come out?

I’m consumed with the thought of what might happen when I sleep and the headiness of the words “I’m coming for you.” He’s said it before, and every time it feels like a promise. This time it’s like a countdown.

Bedtime can’t come soon enough as excitement pumps through my veins, making me rush to go to sleep as fast I can. I haven’t felt giddy in so long, I’ve forgotten what it feels like.

The shower runs cold for the first thirty seconds, then it slowly heats. It’s not a particularly small shower, but it could easily fit two people. Not that I’ve ever found out if it does.

Hot water cascades down my body, soothing my tired muscles. The pulse between my legs aches as I remember the video and the night it was taken. Does he think about it as much as I do? What else could that shadow do to me? I know I should be angry because it’s an invasion of my privacy, but all it’s doing is making me flustered.

My hand skates over my heated skin and finds the place that’s begging for relief. I bite my lip as I circle the sensitive flesh. I’m getting far too impatient to wait until I sleep, and I can’t bear the thought that nothing will happen in my dream tonight.

My breath hiccups when I slip a finger inside of me, imagining it is one of his. Or his shadow’s, I’m not picky.

Awareness prickles at the back of my neck a split second before I’m pressed against the wall. The chill of the tile bites my aching nipples and sends sparks down to my core. I gasp in the steaming air and soak in the scent of morning dew.

Letum’s fingers thread through my hair, keeping my gaze fixed on the white tile. He doesn’t hesitate when he reaches around me and plunges his fingers into me. Pleasure pummels through me, and I scream, throwing my head back onto his shoulder.

“How I’ve missed you, my love,” he grinds out against the shell of my ear. He sinks himself deeper, making my entire body shudder. “There’s nothing like home.”

How can he think that someone riddled with scars is home? How does he not see me and recoil? Instead, Death’s engorged cock presses against my ass without a whisper of material between us. Perhaps in his eyes, I don’t have any scars, or maybe I do, and he thinks that they, too, are beautiful.

I try to shift my hips up without losing the mind numbing pleasure his fingers are bringing me, and I wedge my arm out from underneath me to bring it up to feel if he’s wearing a hood as well.

He lets go of my hair to land a brutal slap on my ass. The welts that form sends my blood racing every time his thigh brushes against me.

“You have not left my mind for a single second.” He pushes his hips against mine, making me feel every inch of his hard length against my burning skin. “I am completely at your mercy, Lilith.”

Sweat mingles in with the hot shower water, and I blink away the steam as I reach out to turn the water off.

Another little whimper echoes through the bathroom when he rubs my clit with his thumb and forces another cry from my lips. “Fuck, has your cunt missed the feel of my fingers?”

“Yes, yes. Fuck, yes,” I pant. Pressure builds in my core as my climax sprints toward me.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head so vigorously I almost knock my head against his. My legs buckle, and he keeps me held up by the fist in my hair while his fingers force an orgasm out of me.

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