I don’t remember ever being a needy child. Growing up, I had a great relationship with my parents. My mother was incredibly loving, and my father was supportive and very involved in my life.
But I was always a naturally independent person. Determined to do things on my own without help. And because my parents showered me with love and attention, it wasn’t something I sought out.
I can’t say that anymore.
Addie’s mouth is wide open, drool steadily leaking from her mouth. She’s snoring softly, and I don’t think I’ve gotten the chance to tease her about that yet. She’s going to get angry, and I smile just thinking about it.
Despite her disheveled state, my cock is incredibly hard. The witch went to bed in nothing but a white, silky set, and the second I slowly drew back the covers, I nearly went to my knees.
Did my little mouse wear that just for me?
Reaching out, I trace a finger up her thigh, enjoying the sight of her skin puckering. She shifts, moaning softly at the disturbance in her sleep.
How would she feel waking up with my cock inside her?
She shifts again when I finger the strap of her underwear. Normally, she wakes up fairly easily. And despite Addie giving in to me, I’m not foolish enough to believe I don’t set her on edge still.
Which means she had a few drinks.
Grinning, I toe off my shoes and slide out of the suffocating suit I’ve been wearing all night.
After we got to the station, they hauled Dan off to a separate room and let me go. I came straight here, my body strung tight with the need to bury myself inside my little mouse.
Completely naked, I slide into the bed next to Addie, curling her body into mine.
Her eyes flutter, and I watch as she regains consciousness. When her eyes slide up to my face, they widen ever so slightly.
I could’ve tried to fuck her while asleep, but I decide to hold off on that until Addie admits her love for me and freely accepts mine. Until I can fuck her without a fight, though I think some part of Addie will always fight me.
Although I’ve taken advantage of Addie on several occasions, at least her being awake and coherent allowed me to watch her body’s reactions. Doesn’t make it right. But her body has always wept for me.
And if it ever didn’t, I wouldn’t have touched her until it did.
“Why are you in my bed staring at me like a creep?” she asks, her voice groggy with sleep.
I chuckle. “I thought it’d been established that I’m a creep already?”
“It has, and yet you still keep doing it.”
“Would you like me to stop?” I query, sliding my hands down her backside. She sucks in a sharp breath, appearing much more awake and alert as I grip her plump ass in my palms.
“No,” she admits quietly. She looks so tiny and vulnerable admitting it, so I stay quiet.
She trails her finger across the tattoos on my chest, her eyes averted firmly away from mine.
"Do these mean anything?" she murmurs, seeming as if she’s concentrating hard on the design.
"No," I answer. "I have them because I like them. I prefer to keep anything of significance as a possession."
Frowning, she peers up at me through long lashes. "Why? I would think your body would be the one place you would have anything meaningful. You carry it around everywhere you go."
I lift a shoulder. "My body is just a vessel that my soul inhabits, attached to a shell that it'll one day leave. And when that day comes, I won’t care to let that shell go. I carry my body around because I have to, not because it's a choice. But when I possess something meaningful, I’m choosing to hold on to it. Carrying something meaningful in my skin is effortless but holding onto something that I could lose—that takes devotion."
She drops her eyes back down, seeming to contemplate my words. I curl my finger under her chin, wanting—no needing, her eyes back. They suck the oxygen from my lungs, and I’ve always loved to toe the line between life and death.
Those pretty brown eyes fasten on mine, big and round, and all I want to do is consume her.
“I will always possess you, little mouse. So, know that you have all of my devotion to keeping you.”