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“You make me feel safe; seen. Knowing it was you standing over me as I slept soundly isn’t all that bad,” I admit, watching his face as shock passes across it.
“Oh yeah?” he asks.
I nod slowly. “Well, it’s fucking weird, I’ll give you that. But I think you probably already know that. But the fact that I was safe from men like Emery because you were keeping me safe is something I don’t think I’ve had before, even unknowingly.”
“I’ll always keep you safe, little one. Even if you send me back to the shadows.”
He tugs me into him, sniffing my hair deeply.
“Sure you don’t want to sniff my panties?” I tease, and he slinks his hand under the covers, gripping my pussy firmly in his hand.
“If I want to sniff anything, I’ll bury my face right here,” he growls into my ear, and I can’t fight the urge to arch into him. A groan leaves my mouth.
My body is already sore from the adrenaline, sex, and electricity I’d used on us both. But one touch from him, and I’m coming alive again, on the verge of begging for him to do as he’s threatened. The idea of him burying his face in my center is already heating my body.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, little one? For your stalker to lick this greedy pussy until you come all over his face?” he taunts, nipping my jawline, and I don’t know who I am. I open my legs, letting his touch slip through my folds.
“Yes! Please,” I beg on a whimper.
His dark chuckle only adds to the anticipation of what he’ll do next.
“Well, too bad I think you need to rest. You’ve had quite the night, haven’t you?”
Dragging his hand over my clit, he trails my wetness up my stomach, my pussy throbbing and all but quaking at the loss of his touch.
“I thought you were here for me and all my needs?” I ask breathlessly, turning my face toward his.
“Mhm, and what is it my little Carina needs?” His fingers swirl around my aching nipples, my back bridging to meet his touch.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Anything you’ll give me.”
His games are too much for even him. Grabbing the back of my head, he tugs me to him, ravaging my mouth with a kiss that could burn the world he’s so desperately trying to protect me from.
He’s been watching me, taking care of me from afar. Slinking through the shadows and caring for me from a distance, as he knew I needed. Until it became necessary to come close and risk the danger that came with me knowing about him.
“Before,” I breathe as he moves his tongue to my neck, flicking blinding circles on my pulse point.
“Mmm?” he grumbles, moving over top of me, resting his massive body between my open legs.
“Before, you said you wanted to... That you wanted to see me bleeding...” I recount, eyes rolling back as his fingers slip over my clit as he pulls back to watch my reaction, as if it fuels him somehow.
“I said that, yes. I’ve thought of you many times with my knife marks, Carina. I’ll not deny it. But I’ll do nothing to hurt you. Knowing now what I do, thinking of you covered in blood has lost some of its luster.”
My mouth has dropped open, fighting to keep the extent of the noises I want to release inside. My brain tries to work out his words.
“But... Oh, fuck,” my words trail off as he slips a finger inside me.
“Damn, you’re such a dirty girl. Look how wet you are for your stalker. And thinking about my blade, too? You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you, little one?” he groans, adding another finger and twisting as he pumps in and out of me slowly.
My hands find my hair, slipping through and tugging it to add an element that’ll ground me to reality.
“God, Gage!”
My hips thrust in time with him. It’s not lost on me. He’s trying to distract me from my line of questioning. But he’s wrong if he thinks I’m going to give up. The moment he’d told me about his depraved ideas, I’d thought them disgusting, fucked up. But after what we did in the warehouse, thinking about his blade skewering my flesh while he fucks me makes my blood boil in my veins.
When he removes his fingers, I whine like a petulant child, and he smiles, reaching behind his back, his weight on his arm next to my body.
“Is this what you want, little one?” he asks me, his knife shimmering in the small amount of light filtering into the room from the hallway.
