Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
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Tonight is the night I finally get to break into Dove's apartment.
I have some unfinished business and I can't resist any longer. I want to see her. I want to smell her. I want to fucking touch her. Little bird's a light sleeper though, so I need to be careful.
It doesn't take me long to pick her lock, and with a click, I'm in.
The door opens into her apartment and I walk in, closing it soundlessly behind me. The apartment smells like her. Everything in here has that powdery, rosy smell that's been driving me wild since I first caught a whiff of it.
I'm quiet walking through the rooms. Years of sneaking around has taught me how to stay hidden in the shadows. The thought that she's only a couple doors away is so fucking exciting my cock twitches in my pants.
Even though the desire to break down her door and claim her right the fuck now is overwhelming, I force myself to take a breather. Instead of going upstairs, I head to her kitchen.
Everything is tidy. There are no dirty dishes except for a coffee mug on the counter. I pick it up, inspecting it. There's still a trace of her lipstick on the rim. My cock jumps to attention.
I raise the mug to my mouth and lick the rim. By now, I’m sure my cock is fucking leaking with precum. I want her. I want her so fucking much.
I set the mug back down and rummage through her pantry next. There's barely any food, barely anything in there. She seems to be a coffee addict though. She has bags upon bags of coffee beans. The other thing I notice are the plants. Plants fucking everywhere. Her place is like a goddamn greenhouse.
It's getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that she's so close. My cock wants her. I want her.
Busying myself with the rest of the lower floor, I flick through her magazines and books. I go through her laundry in the bathroom and find the black lace thong she must've worn to her date tonight, because it was at the top of the pile. I hold the thong to my nose and breathe her in. A musk so sweet I can’t help squeezing at my goddam aching cock. I pocket the thong and I want to take more, but I don't want to arouse her suspicious just yet. I only want to fuck with her head for now. Make her think she's imagining shit.
Finally, the urge overwhelms me. Quietly, I sneak upstairs. Her bedroom door is closed but I can hear her mumbling something in her sleep. I wait until she quietens down before closing my hand around the door handle.
The door opens with a creak, and I cringe inwardly, but she doesn't stir. I wait another few moments before entering the room. The window's open, and I'm grateful for the sounds of the street.
I pull out her purse from under my arm and place it on the green velvet armchair in the corner of the room. Her phone's inside, and she will be none the wiser about the tracking app I put on it. Finally, I turn to face her.
I haven't been this close to my little bird in a long time.
Wanting to touch her, I reach out, but change my mind at the last moment. I can't risk it.
Instead, I let my fingers linger just above her scar. It still looks so angry. She'll never be able to move on. I ruined her life.
I smile at the memory of putting the scar on her face. She wasn't as pretty then as she is now. I wish she knew that.
My time with little bird is coming to an end. The sunrise will be here soon, and I need to disappear into the shadows before it happens. I fist my hand before I have the chance to touch her. I just can't fucking risk it.
Eyes wandering over her pretty face, I commit every feature to memory. Her curved Cupid's bow, the way her nipples strain against the oversized shirt she's wearing. Her hand is fisting the sheets, and her lips are open, a soft O-shape taunting my cock to take her, claim her, push myself into her throat and just put an end to my misery already.
But I can't.
I shouldn't.
Not yet.
I force myself to pull back and I leave her room, closing the door softly behind me.
My fingers wrap around her panties in my pocket, and I smirk.
At least I have a memento of tonight to keep me busy until I see her next.
Chapter 7
Dove
I wake up with a start. I had one of those dreams where I was falling, and my body twitches as I come to, finding myself in the comfort of my own Egyptian cotton sheets. I breathe a sigh of relief when I realize I've slept through the night in God fucking knows how long.