I’m being ridiculous. Zach or Tanner aren’t going to try to get to me tonight. They have a plan. Besides, the rape plan was to get to me before the horsemen did. That didn’t work.
I lay down and pull the covers over me. The ceiling is my new focal point. I definitely don’t want to think about that email. It could really be about a million things. It’s not really that special except it’s from Luke’s dad to my mom.
My eyes blink open and I stare at the ceiling. Something shifts in my room and I open my mouth to scream. My breath catches. A hand closes over my mouth and Eli hovers over me.
“Screaming would be a bad idea, kitten.”
CHAPTER 40
The Knight Errant
Eli
Harper’s eyes are wide, but they soften when she recognizes me. I don’t remove my hand from her mouth. Everything those guys said is pent up inside me. A session would help calm me.
But that’s not an option.
Harper searches my face and I see the moment she submits. She raises her hands and grabs her headboard. She waits for me in silence.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You remember your safe word and how to stop this?”
She nods.
“Not a word, kitten,” I say. When she stays still, I remove my hand. I take my shirt off with one hand and drop it beside her bed. Standing, I take my athletic pants and boxers off.
I draw her blankets off her, revealing her body inch by inch. Her arms are stretched above her.
Every inch of her is mine tonight. Her nipples poke at the thin fabric of her top. A swath of skin shows between her top and shorts. Her long legs stretch out to the end of the bed.
If I had something to bind her, I would. But having her hold herself taut for me will also satisfy my needs.
“Don’t move your hands unless I move them.” I sit beside her hip on the bed and trace the skin of her abdomen. She curls in on herself a little, but stays in place, her dark eyes on mine.
I lift her shirt up until it’s up on her arms and stop before it comes off her eyes. Effectively blindfolding her. There’s very little light in her room, but enough to see shapes and shadows.
Dragging my hands down her, I frame her breasts but don’t touch them. Her lips part in anticipation. With Harper, I’ve always wanted to be less aggressive. While I love my bruises on her body, I don’t punish her like I have other girls.
The need isn’t there. But I do long to mark her. To show everyone that she’s mine.
I slide my hands down to her shorts and panties and drag them off her legs. Lifting her leg, I kiss her instep. A little shiver rolls over her. She’s naked, stretched out for me, offering herself over to me, giving me everything she has.
That’s the thing that’s always baffled me about Harper. She could have drawn back, given us limits, but she doesn’t. She pushes forward, giving us everything. Unwilling to hold back even when it’s clearly hurting her, like the belt.
I want to worship her and hurt her, just enough that she feels that edge of pleasure in the pain. Moving onto the bed, I grab her ankles and push her knees up and spread her wide for me. It’s too dark to see much, but her breath catches. If I touch her, she’ll be soaking wet for me.
“Hold your legs here.” I release her ankles and they don’t fall. By the time I’m finished with her, they’ll be trembling and aching. “Quiet, kitten.”
I slide my hands beneath her ass and lift her sweet pussy to my mouth. She whimpers softly as I blow out my breath over her. She clings tighter to the headboard and parts her legs a little more for me.
So fucking responsive. I slide my tongue from her cunt to her clit. When I lick up her stomach, pausing on her belly button, her muscles tense beneath my tongue. Her breath comes out in pants.
I slide up farther and paint a trail around her nipples. She makes a small whine in the back of her throat when I don’t take them in my mouth. I chuckle against her breast before sliding my tongue up her throat.
She arches toward my heat the best she can, but I hover above her. My tongue skates across her lips and she opens them for me. When I slip between them, hers meets mine. For a second, our tongues tangle.
My body presses against hers. I capture her sigh in my mouth as we fall into the kiss. This was never my thing before Harper. I didn’t kiss a lot of the girls I fucked. But with her, it’s like I can’t get enough.
My cock slides against her clit and she moans into my mouth. When I bite her lip, she sucks in a breath as a little shiver rolls over her. I kiss down to her jaw and bite softly there, just sharp enough to feel a sting, but not enough to leave a mark.
