“And you’re in my way.”
“Fine,” he mutters, pushing himself up and grabbing his pillow and heading towards the door. “If she murders you for waking her up like a maniac, I’m not helping bury your body.”
“Noted.”
I wait until he’s out of the room before I give my full attention back to Haven. Her sleeping body is a goddamn invitation, and I plan on answering it with praise, punishment, and all.
She’s curled on her side with one bare leg kicked out from under the blanket and her underwear’s twisted low on her hips like she’s just waiting for someone to pull them off.
I wait for a few moments just staring at her before she stirs and lets out a soft sigh that says she’s almost awake.
I slide behind her and press a kiss to her neck. “Morning, pretty girl.”
She hums softly without opening her eyes, but her body shifts back against me.
Good, because I came prepared.
The blade I grabbed from my desk at home—the one she saw once during a video call and whispered “you wouldn’t” —is cool against my palm. She doesn’t flinch when I drag it up the inside of her thigh.
“Tate..?”
I lean in and let my tongue sliding along the curve of her jaw, my free hand slipping under her shirt, finding her nipple tight and begging. “You know what I want from you this morning?”
She shivers. “Everything?”
I grin. “Smart girl.” I trail the knife along her waist.
She sucks in a breath as it grazes the waistband of her panties and when she spreads her legs for me without being told, I damn near groan. “You trust me, right?”
“Yes.”
My cock throbs. Fuck, I love her like this. Soft and pliant and starving for whatever darkness I want to drag her through. “Good,” I breathe, pressing the flat of the blade against her inner thigh, watching her muscles twitch. “Because I’m gonna ruin you right now, and I don’t want you holding back.”
She nods.
“Words, angel.”
“Yes, Tate.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Her breath stutters. “Tate…”
“Yeah, that’s my name. Say it again.”
Her lashes flutter open briefly before she closes them tightly, her voice quieter this time. “Tate.”
I let the silence stretch a moment before I finally pull the knife away. I lean in closer against her ear. “See? Now you don’t know what I’m gonna do next.”
“And that’s exactly how I like you.”
“Careful,” I murmur. “You move too much, and this gets a lot less gentle.”
I move the knife slower pressing the blade enough to make her feel it, to make her chase it without ever quite catching up. Another sound leaves her, softer and needier. A whimper. My grip tightens. “Yeah, that’s what I want to hear.”
The blade finally presses against her clit through her soaked panties harder that it makes her suck in a sharp breath. She bucks her hips into it softly. I can imagine how wet she is, exactly how she tastes.
I hook my fingers in the hem of her panties and drag them down slow, baring her inch by inch. The knife gets tossed to the floor and my hand replaces it. I palm her clit, as a groan escapes her lips and press two fingers inside, slow and deep. “Fuck, you’re dripping aren’t you pretty girl? Always so messy with me.”
