MALLEABLE

CHAPTER ONE

sublimity: something that transcends greatness or beauty.

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Q U I N T O N

She was perfection personified.

I traced my finger over her smooth cheeks as I studied her smooth curves in her flimsy night dress.

Her creamy tits almost spilled out from the red velvety strap top as my adam's apple bobbed up and down in contained hunger.

Just 12 minutes more.

I clutched the netted blanket obstructing the full view of her delicious body and swatted it away.

Her navel peeked underneath her top as my dark eyes lowered and stared at the cameltoe between her thick thighs.

My hands visibly shook as I traced her engorged pussy lips, imagining my tongue sucking all her sweet nectar instead. I physically stopped myself from squeezing the life out of them in my palms.

I felt myself grow as my thickness pressed against the harsh zipper of the jeans. Backing away from her sleeping form and breathing heavily with my heart banging against my ribcage, I sat on the chair in front of her bed and stared at her.

I looked down at my watch and groaned internally, time couldn't pass any slower.

9 minutes more.

I stood up and walked towards her closet, the picture of her smiling happily with a boy with blonde hair and intense blue eyes, stopped me in my tracks.

Simon Bale. Boyish shit.

My teeth ground against each other as my hands itched to snatch the picture and slam it against the ground. But I stood still and took deep breaths.

I had been doing that a lot lately. She maddened me to the point of insanity but she was the only one I wanted, the only one I could see a future with, and the only one who would carry my children.

And she would.

Ignoring the frame on the light purple-colored wall, I walked straight towards her coveted walk-in closet. Different types of dresses, skirts, jeans, and tops lined the closet.

But they did not interest me, no, it was the drawer at the far right corner that I was after. I walked with confident strides as I pulled the drawer open and the scent of fresh flowers greeted my nostrils.

Her detergent soap.

I stared at the line of lace panties tucked cleanly. Picking up a lilac thong, I pressed the groin area against my nose. Just the thought of her pussy pressed against the material at some point, sent shivers down my throbbing dick.

I loved the floral scent I once hated and wondered;

Does her pussy smell the same? I groaned at my dirty thoughts as I clutched the thong harder.

Does it taste the same?

"Fuck" I muttered as my diluted eyes fell on my watch. Again.

1 minute left.

I tucked the thong inside my suit pocket and quietly pushed the drawer back to its original position. I exited the closet quietly and stood over her, staring at her innocent face.

The rays from the moon outside the windows formed a halo above my head. A twisted demon from the depths of hell.

That's what I was.

She will know it soon too.

The clock struck 12 and a sadistic grin formed on my face. I leaned down and stared at her closed eyes, her thick and long eyelashes touched her cheekbones.