I’d followed the car back to the house, expecting Pierce would follow his usual routine of another nightcap in his study before passing out in a stupor. I hadn’t expected Elizabeth to do this.
I was transfixed by the sight of her naked body pressed against the glass of the window. Her perfect, pale skin stood out against the darkness of the room behind her, catching an orange toned glow from the streetlight. I could see every fading mark along her ribcage and I wanted to close my mouth over every one of them and cover them over with kisses. I was harder at the sight of her than I’d ever been in my entire life. My cock was diamond hard. I could have cut glass.
No one compared to her. She was reckless and fearless and – fuck
I wanted to storm across the street, race up the stairs, drag her back into her bed and show her exactly what a real man could do for her. In my arms she’d know the power she had, and I’d give her everything I had, filling her up with all of me until she knew she was mine, because I was already hers.
At the same time, the growl rumbling in my throat rose higher. She needed to step away. She needed to stop. To cover herself up. Get herself out of view. Because she was meant to be for me and me alone. But she had no shame.
This show was all for me and the way she looked at me across the distance, with that twinkle of a smile at the corner of her mouth – she had me frozen to the window. All I could do was shudder as I watched her hand trail across her stomach, wishing I was touching her instead.
She couldn’t hear me growl and groan to be with her, could only see my hand splayed flat against the glass like the caged wild beast it felt like I’d become. I’d tear down walls to get to my mate. This was primal. Instinctual. She had to feel it too.
My fingers twitched as I fought the urge to pull open my fly and start tugging at myself to get some kind of release. It wasn’t going to happen. I’d vowed that from the first time I’d seen her. When I came for her, it would be when she knew exactly what she’d done for me. I wanted to be in the same room, not spying on her like some kind of creep.
I nearly gave in when she started to touch herself. I couldn’t take much more. She was going to be mine. But until the day when I could show her that this was all we had.
Whatever game she was playing, she knew I was out here watching, and all of this was for my benefit. For me and me alone. She wanted this. She wanted me. There was no other way to read what she was doing.
Breathing heavily, I rubbed my hand over my fly, gritting my teeth at the imprint my zipper was making and I let out a low groan. I didn’t want this. Didn’t want to make a lonely mess of myself watching her writhe against her own fingers, when I should be the one over there with her, taking her apart piece by piece.
She was hurrying, pushing herself, and I wanted to show her how to take it slow.
With a low groan, I unzipped and pulled my cock out, heavy and leaking. It was straining towards the window, as though it wanted to stretch across the street right to her. I knew it belonged in her instead of in my hand.
She held my eye as I started to touch myself and her rhythm settled in with each slow stroke I drew along the length of my erection. So hard it hurt, every stroke only wound me up even more, but I wasn’t going to let myself come. Her face fluttered with the pleasure she was giving herself, and sweat was starting to slick her short, fine hair to the back of her neck.
Across the distance, we used our hands on ourselves in time with each other. I watched her, knowing she was watching me, and it was as close to touching as we could get. But it left me with a hollow ache, and a maddening need for more.
With my eyes on her, I did my best to let her know how well I’d fuck her. From fifty feet away she knew that, I could see it in the way her breathing deepened and she arched her neck towards me. When she was finally mine, the explosions would be cataclysmic.
Her mouth opened, eyes fluttering closed briefly, though she tried to keep them open and I knew she was struggling to hold herself back. I didn’t want her to try.