Forever His

Chapter Five: Alistair

Alistair feels her petite body go limp in his arms and he smiles. He reaches his hand out and brushes one of her soft curls out of her face. He looks down at her with kindness and possessiveness, relishing in the way she feels in his arms.

She was finally in his grasp. She was finally his and no one else could change that because he wasn't letting her go. Ever.

He swung her limp body up into his arms and carried her bridal style to his limo. She was very easy to carry, her tiny frame nothing compared to how much he could bench. Lifting her was as easy as lifting a feather to him.

He held her close and sat down, hugging her small body against his. One of his hands rested on her thigh, tracing his thumb gently over her soft flesh.

Her skin is unbelievably soft, He said to himself, kneading her thigh a little hard, knowing she was out cold because of the drug.

His hand slowly made its way over her beautiful hips and up the soft plain of her stomach. He slipped his hand underneath the oversized t-shirt she was wearing to feel the softness of her warm skin. His fingertips lightly traced over her soft belly, his touch slow and gentle. He slid his fingertips over to her waist and gripped her hip softly. He traced his thumb in circles lightly, his thoughts swarming with how good her skin feels against his. His thoughts swam with affection and a little bit of desire as he gazed upon her sleeping face. She was the most innocent little creature on the planet, and she was all his.

He lightly drew his hand out of her shirt and moved it up to cup her face softly. He tilted her head up, his eyes locked on her full, parted lips. He wanted to know what she tasted like. He leaned in a little and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. At first, Alistair kissed her gently, moving his lips softly over hers. He flicked his tongue out to taste her lips, finding they tasted like peppermint and vanilla. This was now his new favorite flavor. He reveled in the taste of her soft lips. Alistair traced her lower lip with his tongue, then gently pushed it inside her mouth, making her shift a little in his arms. He held onto her tightly and explored her mouth with his tongue.

Alistair groaned a little, exploring every corner of her mouth. After a few more moments of kissing her, he lifted his lips from hers and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

He looked down at his girl and smiled to himself, admiring her beauty. He lightly cupped her cheek with one of his hands and traced her jawline with his thumb. His eyes trailed from her rosy cheeks to her lips, slightly swollen from the kiss. He smiled to himself, seeing the presence of his touch still on her. His eyes trailed down her jaw to her neck and collar bone. He would leave plenty of marks there to let everyone know that she belonged to him. He imagined her pale skin littered with dark bruises, hickeys and bite marks, all conveying the same message.

Stella Crowley was his and only his.

His eyes continued trailing down her body, studying every curve that was outlined by the t shirt. Soon enough he would see her body in all its glory, completely on display for him.

He leaned his head back on the seat and closed his eyes, images of her dancing through his mind as the limo drove to his estate in the countryside. His hand moved down to her thigh and he gripped it tightly in his hand.

Her flesh was so soft, so perfect. There was no way in hell he would ever let anyone touch her. She was his, and he didn't like to share. If anyone dared to lay a hand on his girl, he would torture them until they begged for the sweet embrace of death.