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Ongoing, First published Jan 03, 2024
Mature
°°stalker lover°°
I felt him entering in my confinement. My shadower. I know he is here. The chills I feel down my spine, how the hairs on the back of my neck, on my nape stood straight, all indicated that he is near me. I trembled, while fumbling in dark, through my things to find my phone. But before I could, my dressing room's door closed and locked behind me. I straightened while my breathing escalated, and my heart thumped against my chest, syncing in rhythm with the click of his shoes.
I wanted to scream, I wished to run out of the room, but my past experiences got me freeze where I was standing. My legs turned to concrete. 
He was close enough, just behind me. He didn't touched me up until now but, it's a matter of time before he catches his prey in his paws.
He put his hands in the either side of me and bent himself enough to reach my ears.
"Hello my little lamb."
His deep masculine voice enshrouded me, while his minty warm breath fell on my ears.
"I am done with this cat and mouse chase. So, I thought it's rude of me not to say a simple Hi to you. Moreover..."
He brushed his hands lightly on my already exposed back and brought my hairs to my front. I vibrated and trembled under his mere touch.
"..I know you were aware of my presence for the time being now."
He whispered in his silken tone, pulling my sleeves down and placing a kiss on my shoulder. exhaling, I closed my eyes, I wish this all comes to an end.
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"You gonna tell me your name?" he asked at last, his voice deep enough to crawl right under it. I shook my head. "No." Something in his expression sharpened-approval, maybe. "Good." He didn't come to me right away. He took his time, pushing off the door with deliberate slowness, each step closing the distance in steady increments. I didn't move. Couldn't. My back found the wall before he'd even touched me. He stopped just short-close enough for the heat of him to seep through the small space between us. His scent hit me first-smoke, whiskey, and something clean that didn't fit the chaos of the party outside. His head tilted slightly, studying my mouth, then my eyes, then my mouth again. His hand lifted-not to grab, not yet. Just to trace. The backs of his fingers skimmed my jaw, slow enough that I could feel every millimeter of skin they passed over. They trailed down the side of my neck, pausing in the hollow of my throat, not pressing-just resting there. "You've got that look," he murmured. "What look?" My voice was steadier than I felt. "Like you want me to ruin you." I should've laughed. Teased. Something. Instead, I held his gaze. "Maybe I do." The corner of his mouth twitched-not quite a smile, but something hungrier. Still, he didn't touch me the way I wanted him to. Instead, his knuckles dragged down my collarbone, over the bare skin just above my dress, grazing the swell of my breast without claiming it. "You sure you can handle forgetting?" he asked, his voice lower now, as if we weren't already breathing the same air. "Try me," I said. That broke something in him. His hands framed my face, thumbs brushing along my cheekbones, holding me still as his eyes searched mine like he was committing the color of them to memory. Then-finally-he kissed me.