Page 88 of Save Her from Me


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I forced my brain to check that statement. Her text messages were my instruction, not some insane obsession I was developing with her.

Still, the darker part of me was taking charge.

In her sleep, Ariel grumbled and rolled to her back, perhaps missing the warmth of the blanket in the cool room. No matter, my body would be on hers soon enough.

I was enjoying watching her first.

My breath caught at her new position. At the outline of a nipple under her shirt.

One arm lay on her white sheet and the other over her belly, in the way of my gaze.

Gently, I picked up the offending arm and brought it to mirror the position of the other.

Exposing the shape of her tits completely.

High and tight under her camisole. The curve of them so fucking sexy I wanted to sink my teeth into her.

She didn’t wake, so I got bolder.

Her knees were bent and angled to one side, and her cheek pressed to the pillow, so I took an ankle in my hand and eased her leg outwards, setting it down then doing the same with the other.

Then I inched up her top with a fingertip until I’d revealed her tits.

Both her nipples hardened, my torch lighting them up.

I bent over and blew on the nearest. Then I touched my tongue to the rigid bud, nearly fucking coming at the sensation.

Holy fucking shite.

Her fantasy of being played with while she slept had been something I’d never considered, but it spoke to a part of me that needed this separation from the active, enthusiastic version of her I’d fucked on the sofa and in the shower.

She couldn’t say no, so neither could I.

Both of us were caught up in her request.

I breathed through my nose and backed up, travelling my torchlight and my hungry gaze down her belly and to her shorts-covered pussy.

Holding the light between my teeth, I used both hands to guide them off her, moving with more care than ever.

My heart raced.

Her pussy gleamed, wet for me even though she didn’t even know I was here.

Except her body clearly did. Her body wanted more of the small touches and avid attention. Of how badly I needed her and intended to fuck her into the mattress so she woke screaming. It knew what it needed.

I shed my boxers, and naked, knelt on the bed between her spread legs. Her trust was a fucking turn-on beyond anything else. Her fantasy driving me insane.

Still going slow, and holding the light so I could see every detail, I grazed a knuckle down the crease of her leg, not touching her clit or going inside her. Not yet.

I repeated it, dipping into her arousal.

Ariel shifted, driving her shoulders into the mattress. Her legs stayed spread, her chest on display with the cami across the top of it.

Her nipples stayed hard despite nothing touching them now apart from fresh air and my twisted focus.

I snapped back to staring at her pussy.

Eased my finger in to the first joint.

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