"You are mine, kitten. You were mine from the first moment I saw you. Until now, I just didn't know what it would mean for me – for us."
"I... I am not sure if I can live like this, Alic," she stammers.
I move away from her a little and take her face in my hands, looking at her. Tears shimmer in her eyes and she seems so lost. My poor lost kitten.
"How to live? Here with me? Or with what I have done?"
"Everything. I... I miss Susan, my sister. And I..." She sobs softly, and I lower my head to press my lips against hers. I swallow her sobs and drink her salty tears. She trembles, and as I push my tongue between her trembling lips, a sigh escapes her. Her hands claw into my shirt as she returns my kiss. With a groan, I push her against the table. My hands go to her middle and I lift her onto the table. With one movement, I sweep everything from the table that is in the way and press her down on the now free tabletop without interrupting the kiss. Then I let my hands slide to her thighs; push up the hem of her summer dress. I spread her legs further before releasing the kiss and looking down at my sweet kitten. Dark red lace covers what is mine. With a jerk, I have removed the offending garment. I growl at the sight of her rosy, swollen pussy, glistening from her honey.
"So fucking perfect," I mumble before I bury my face in her wet flesh. Her scent drives me crazy. Her taste explodes on my tongue as I lick through her dripping folds. "Fuck, kitten, you taste so good. I could eat you all night long. You’re my most fucking favorite meal any time of the day."
My hard dick presses against the fabric of my pants, and my balls are so full that it hurts. There is nothing I want more than to slam my cock into Heather's hot cunt, but I resist the urge. I want to lick her to orgasm first. I want to prove to her that I will provide for her needs. For the rest of our lives.
Heather writhes beneath me with a moan. I attack her clit at a relentless pace, sending my kitten towards the peak at breakneck speed. I push two fingers into her hungry hole and aim for her G-spot. Then I finger her hard. Heather's screams turn into sobs. Her pussy contracts and she screams my name. Fuck! I’ll never tire of hearing my name off her lips when she comes. It proves she's mine. She wants to be mine. She's just having trouble processing the circumstances.
My fingers are slipping from her still twitching pussy and I'm fumbling with my fly. When I have freed my cock, I pull Heather a little closer to the edge of the table and with a hard push I am inside her. Heaven! That's what her pussy is to me. Heaven on earth, and I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Heather
After Alic carries me upstairs to the bedroom, he fucks me again before I finally fall asleep in his arms, exhausted. When I wake up, it's still dark. I don’t know what time it is. Alic is not in bed. The loss of his warmth was probably what woke me up. I fumble for the place where he was lying, but his warmth no longer lingers in the sheet. He must have gotten up a while ago. I'll sit up and look around. The bathroom is dark, so he's not on the toilet. I get up and grab my robe off the hook by the door to slip it over. Then I go looking for Alic. I find him in the living room with a glass of whisky in his hand. He hears me coming and turns to me.
"Hey," he says with a tortured smile.
"Hey."
"Come here!"
I obey and go to him. He pulls me onto his lap and kisses my neck.
"Can’t sleep?" I ask.
"No, I couldn't sleep. There are so many things on my mind."
"What tings?"
"I don't want to lose you," he admits roughly. "But I don't want you to hate me either."
"I... don't hate you," I say gently. It’s the truth. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point my hatred for him vanished. It is only now that I am realizing it. Instead of hatred, I feel ... something that’s far too much like love. Is that possible? Did I fall in love with a serial killer?
"You will, if I force you to stay with me." He sighs. "Tell me what I have to do to get you to stay with me willingly."
I rest my head on his shoulder and breathe in his scent. When I'm lying in his arms like this, it’s like I belong right here. In moments like this, I forget all the women he's killed. Does that make me a horrible person? Is it wrong to think about a life as a – couple – with a sociopathic killer? To want it?
"Part of me wants to stay here with you," I finally say with a sigh. I snuggle closer to him and he buries his hands in my hair.
"And the other part?" He asks so softly that I can hardly hear the words.
"Well, for one thing, there's my sister. I..."
"What if you could talk to her on the phone?" Alic interrupts me. "Would that help? – Of course you can never tell her where you are or who I am. Tell her that you're safe and happy."
"That would be wonderful, but... Can't the police trace the call?"
"A friend of mine is a tech geek who developed an app that makes it impossible to trace the connection. There's even a video option in it, so you would be able to see each other. I got the app on my laptop. If you want, you can call her tomorrow."
I move away from him and stare at him.
"Really?"
"Yes, kitten. Really," Alic replies with a gentle smile.
"That would be... I'd like to talk to Susan. She must be terribly worried. I'm sure she thinks I'm..."
I stop when I'm overwhelmed with emotion. Alic rocks me like a baby and murmurs soft, soothing words into my ear.
"What else stops you from wanting to stay with me? I... can't undo what I've done. I am aware, what I am. Until now, I've never worried about what's right or wrong. Not that I haven't been aware of it, but..."
"I understand that you can't undo it," I interrupt him. "The question is, what will you do from now on?"
"I got you now, kitten. I don’t need other women. And so I don’t have to kill any more women. That’s all behind me. Since you came into my life, my demons are silent. I am not sure how that's possible, because I shouldn't be capable of such emotions, but I – I think I love you, kitten."
His words bring tears to my eyes. I sob.
"Ssshhh, don't cry, kitten. Please. I... What do I have to do to...?"
"I cry because I'm happy, Alic. Because... I... I love you too."
"Fuck, kitten, I am lost for words," Alic replies, pressing me firmly against herself. "I don't deserve love, kitten. Especially not from an angel like you. But damn, to hear the words coming out of your mouth..."
He moves away from me and takes my face in his hands, as he looks into my eyes with so much emotion, that my heart threatens to explode with love. There is tenderness in his gaze; such as I have never seen in him before, but also agony. He is struggling with his past as much as I am; only that he would never admit it. I bet that if he got the chance, he would actually undo the things he's done. Can a man like Alic be forgiven for the sins that he committed? I don't know how others would feel, but in that moment I forgive him. For everything. Alic is a changed man and if I can help him from now on to turn away from the path he has been on, I will do anything. No matter how hard it might be sometimes. What we have is worth fighting for.