’ s just…I could never get anything remotely like this
in the city for that price.” Her small condo had cost twice the number that was
written on the paper.
The
realtor nodded. “That ’ s just one of many perks that comes from living in a
more rural area. So, shall I place the offer or would you like some time to
think about it?”
“ Place it,” she agreed, heaving a sigh of much needed
relief knowing that the final decision had been made. It felt good. It felt
right.
* * * *
The
room grew cold, and then colder still.
Carrie
Ann exhaled, and watched as her breath materialized in front of her. He was
near. She sensed him, his presence in the room. It was his way of telling her
he ’ d arrived — that at any time she might catch the slightest glimpse
of him out of the corner of her eye, or feel his
touch.
“ I ’ m here,” he whispered, his voice deep but soft, his
cool hand caressing the small of her back. She trembled. This couldn ’ t be happening.
A
second hand slid around her waist. And when she looked down, she saw her blouse
ruffling where his hand should have been. She turned to see him, but there was
nothing. And once again she was alone, craving more.
* * * *
He ’ d waited so long for this, for her. She was the one,
the one who would complete him once again. The house had been Augustine ’ s prison for decades. But now he ’ d never be alone again. His waiting was over.
In
the bedroom, he stood in the shadows watching her slowly undress. He was
tempted to make contact again, just as he had earlier that night.
She
was perfect in every way — soft skin, intriguing eyes, and a heady scent. And now
in the recesses of the dim candlelit room, he could see more, so much more. Her
breasts were supple, begging to be suckled. She excited him… Maribeth .
Sweet Maribeth . She was his first love, his wife, and the mother of his children. Then he ’ d had to leave them, and when he returned, they were
gone. It was far too late to try and change things. The house, the walls…they
contained him now and held him, locked in time. That would never change. It was
his final destiny.
People
had come and gone over the years, yet nothing ever held them for long. The
house was his, and always would be. The past owners had sensed his presence. It
was as if his very being had impressed itself into everything around him.
He ’ d do things to let them know they weren ’ t alone. It amused him to make the temperature drop at
a whim. It always made them feel uneasy, and he liked that. They were the
intruders.
He
liked this intruder, though. Her nipples were a stark contrast to her alabaster
skin. They stood out like small rosebuds, begging to be plucked, touched,
fondled and sucked. He imagined what it would be like to take them in his mouth
one at a time, savoring their soft texture, feeling them stiffen as he
manipulated them with his tongue.
“ Call for me, my love,” he whispered. “Call me now.”
* * * *
“ Augustine.” The sound of his name rolling off Carrie
Ann ’ s tongue
was enough to make her shiver. He was there with her, she could feel him.
Pulling the bedclothes up around her, she couldn ’ t help but wonder if this was all a dream.
“ It isn ’ t a dream, I assure you.” She heard him again, and
felt as though her heart would leap from her chest.
“ Lover, don ’ t be scared.” His breath felt hot against the back of
her neck with every word he spoke. “You want this.”
She
moaned, and bit down on her bottom lip when she felt his fingers on her pussy,
sliding her panties aside, the hem of her nightdress moving upward.
“ Yield to me.”
“ Yes.” The word escaped her mouth with a gasp as his
fingers toyed with her clit. “Don ’ t stop,” she begged, riding the delicious wave of
ecstasy flooding her inner core.
“ I ’ ll never stop.” One of his fingers slid inside her, and pressing back against him,
she felt his stiff cock bumping
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