Nothing good can ever come out of this obsession.
I fucking know that.
But when I look at her again, and I see that she's still looking at me like I'm her whole fucking world—-
It's too late.
Even if it means having the heavens damn us both, it's just too fucking late, and so instead of leaving I find myself obsessively stalking her every move under hooded lids.
She's finally unrooted herself from her spot, and every little thing that crosses her mind shows on her face. Her relief is evident when her gaze sweeps over the entire cafe, and it nearly makes my lips twitch. She likes that it's just the two of us, and of course it would be, since it's only a quarter to six in the morning.
It won't be for hours before everyone's out rushing to work and grabbing their morning coffee en route. That she doesn't know this tells me she's no city girl, and as I have no fondness for concrete jungles myself, I like that she's not.
I can feel her stealing glances at me every once in a while, and the sheer innocence of it has me so damn horny it's a struggle to stay still.
This girl is too damn pure, and I know...
I know a heartless cynic like me doesn't deserve her. I know I should end this while there's still time. I know I should just turn back and walk away. I know this is my last damn chance to keep my life uncomplicated—-
But I just can't fucking do it.
Because Acheron was right.
This girl has gotten under my skin, and she's gotten so fucking deep that I can no longer see reason.
I want her, dammit.
I want to know how it feels to run my fingers through the golden locks of her hair, want to fucking see how it looks when they're fanned against the pillows while her naked body writhes under mine.
I want to have the sole fucking right to undress her and run my hands all over her body. I want to be the only one to know how gloriously small her boobs would feel in hands as big as mine, want to be the only fucking one to know the sweetness of her nipples, and how long I'd have to suckle until I'm drinking milk from her virgin tits.
I want to be the first one to explore her pussy like it's a whole new fucking world, and I want to do so with everything of mine that moves. My tongue. My fingers. My cock. I even want to give her a fucking foot job, which I never once wanted to do for any other woman.
I want to have all the time in the world to observe how her pussy would swell and quiver under my touch, want to fucking see how wet she could get before she starts dripping. I want to know how deep I can go before I tear into her hymen, want to know how much thickness her pussy can handle before its tight, sleek walls begin expanding. I want to know how hard and rough I can fuck her until she shatters into a wet, shuddering mess.
I want to know what sounds she can make as I pleasure her. I want to know if she's the type to gasp or scream. Moan or whimper. Sob or cry out. I want to know how it would feel to have her whisper my name, want to know how much she can bear before she starts begging me to cum inside of her.
I want to seduce and claim her in every way there is. I want to be the man to unlock her innocence, and I want to possess her so fucking completely that I've completely ruined any chance of her fucking another man.
There are so many other things I want to do to her and with her. Filthy, dirty things that would make her blush and excite her. Maybe even scare and make her run away.
I want her, dammit.
I want her like I've wanted nothing and no one in this life, and I just fucking wish—-
I just goddamn wish I had gotten to know her before I promised myself to someone else.