Page 16 of Escape From Me

I slid my other hand up the hoodie, grasping her breast.

“Fuck, you’re prefect, aren’t you?” I said as I rubbed my thumb over her nipple.

She was already pulling at my hoodie, already running those dainty, perfectly manicured fingers over my stomach, tracing the muscles like I was her work of art. And hell. The way she looked at me? I wasn’t so certain I didn’t feel like I was hers. Her art, because when I stared into those eyes, I realized just how much I wanted to be whatever it was she saw.

“I- I don’t know if I can be quiet.”

The innocence on her face should have been a red flag for any sane man. Lucky for her, I wasn’t that man.

“Let’s find out then.”

I slid her up the bed, yanking my hoodie over my head with one hand as we went. I grabbed the small knife that was slipped in the pocket of my sweats, because I was never without a weapon.

I flicked it open and heard her little gasp at the same time.

“What, what are you doing with that?” she asked. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d heard her right though. It was something about the tone. Was she breathless or scared?

“Would you like to feel cold steel over your hot skin as I cut away those ridiculous little strings you didn’t seem to care much about earlier?”

There was just enough light in here from my computer screens in the corner that I could see the way her tongue darted out over her bottom lip.

Fucking hell, was my cock hard. This was a shit idea. Such a bad idea.

And yet here I was, sliding the dull edge of the blade up her thigh just to see what she would do. Sliding it higher and higher until I felt the string in my way. The blade cut through the fabric in less than a second, and the elastic snapped in two.

I slid the blade over her stomach, pushing up the borrowed hoodie just to watch as I ran the tip over her soft belly, careful not to draw blood.

Her panties were free and I yanked them away from her, tossing them to the floor. God I wanted every inch of her.

“No one else gets to have you. No one.”

She nodded.

“Say it, dove. Say that once I claim you, no one will ever touch you again.”

Why was I saying this shit? Because my mind was gone.

When she didn’t respond right away, I ran the edge of the knife down, just alongside the soft folds of her pussy, waiting for the answer I wanted.

“Whatever you want, Zeiden, you can have. Just keep me safe.”

Safe?

“Sure, dove. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll kill anyone and everyone who has ever even thought to hurt you.”

I flicked the blade closed and tossed it aside as I pushed up the hoodie to her neck and bent down, no longer keeping myself from anything I wanted. I wasn’t going to stop, not now. I couldn’t.

I tried to adjust the way I was kneeling between her legs as my cock grew more uncomfortable confined in these damn sweats.

Just a few minutes longer. I would put myself through pain to make sure that she remembered every single second.

I lowered my mouth to one of her breasts, sucking in the taut peak. She tasted like what I’d always imagined champagne would taste like. Smoot and sweet.

My balls ached, and I broke away from her breasts to kiss down her stomach, loving the way she sucked in a breath as I did.

Now I knew where I was going. I’d been here once before and I couldn’t remember for the life of me why it would bother me that I would be the one that she’d remember forever. I wanted to be the one she fantasized about no matter where life took her.

At that thought, I lost the last of my control.

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