26. Two Days Until Bonding #2
“Stay still,” I whisper, not entirely convinced he’ll listen.
I stand and take a step back. Carrson groans again, this one full of frustration rather than longing.
“Laurel.”
“Shh.”
He falls silent, but the rest of him doesn’t. His chest rises too quickly. The muscles in his arms stand out under his open shirt. His thighs tense beneath his pants.
He could free himself whenever he chose.
He stays where I put him.
Fuck, that’s sexy.
He watches with curiosity as I lean down, running my hand over the bulge in his pants.
His erection jumps when I brush against it, but I don’t pause.
I glide my palm down the inside of his thigh.
When I reach his calf, I push up the leg of his jeans and find the narrow sheath strapped against his skin.
Understanding dawns on his face as my fingers curl around the dagger’s handle.
I draw it from its sheath, the polished black grip warm from where it rested against his skin.
Of all Carrson’s weapons, daggers are his favorite.
He keeps one with him at all times, even puts one under the pillow when he sleeps.
“What’re you—” he says, sounding alarmed, but his pupils widen as he watches the dagger in my hand. Fear isn’t the only thing moving through him. I can tell from the hungry look he’s giving me.
I raise the dagger until its point hovers in front of my lips, another command for him to remain silent. Holding his gaze, I cup one breast while lowering the dagger toward the hem of my skirt.
Carrson exhales so hard I can hear the whoosh of his breath.
I hide my smile and pull down my corset.
No longer restrained, my breasts spring free, spilling over the top of the black lace.
I slide one finger into my mouth and suck it while lifting my skirt with the other hand.
The flat of the blade glides along my inner thigh, cool against skin already hot from his attention.
Carrson tracks the movement with wide, unwavering eyes.
I release my finger with a soft pop and bring the wet tip to my nipple, circling it.
His lips part. “Fuck.” The word leaves him, exhaled as a low rasp.
My other hand reaches my panties. I hook my underwear aside, securing the dagger against my palm while two fingers find my clit.
I circle it in time with the fingertip moving over my nipple. The sensations meet inside me, dragging a moan from my throat as my head tips back. I widen my stance and raise the skirt higher, making sure Carrson can see.
When I look at him again, his gaze is fixed between my thighs.
I withdraw my fingers and curl them around the dagger’s handle. I turn the weapon until the blade points toward the floor and the rounded end rests against my entrance.
Carrson’s favorite weapon. The thing he reaches for when danger gets too close, when words aren’t enough.
Maybe this is what I’ve been trying to show him all night.
I can hold the most dangerous parts of him without fearing them. I can bring them close and still understand they aren’t all he is.
Without looking away from him, I ease the handle inside me.
It’s just the right size, enough to fill me but not so big that it hurts. I move the dagger with leisurely drags in and out of my pussy while I keep my other hand stimulating my breast. Pleasure follows each long stroke, heat gathering as my body grows slick around the grip.
Carrson stops breathing as he watches me fuck myself with his knife. His pupils have swallowed nearly all the brown in his eyes. His hips thrust into empty air while the muscles across his shoulders and chest strain.
I cry out as I pinch my nipple hard and plunge the handle as deep as I can.
Carrson’s chest heaves. “You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
The praise burns through me. Here, in a place where other women have touched him and his past watches from every shadow, Carrson can’t take his eyes off me.
Possessive desire for him unfurls, rushing through my blood.
Mine.
I move faster, moaning and cursing. “Holy fuck.”
“There’s nothing holy about the way I think of you.” His grin is dark and wicked. “Every dirty, depraved fantasy. Every dark desire.”
He groans again like he’s in physical pain.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“I can’t wait anymore.” His voice is raw with need. “I want to fuck you every way known to man, and when I’ve exhausted those, I’ll invent new ones.”
The orgasm gathers fast, drawing every muscle low in my body taut. It climbs toward its breaking point, but before it can take me, I pull both hands away.
A frustrated cry escapes me as I ease the handle free. I reach behind me and place the dagger on the table, out of the way.
My body clenches around the sudden emptiness, aching to be filled again.
Good thing I have something better waiting for me.
Two steps and I’m back to Carrson.
“Are you ready?” I slide off my underwear but leave the garter belt and stockings in place.
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
My smile turns triumphant as I undo his jeans and pull his cock free. It stands up straight, so thick and wide I have to remind myself that I’ve taken him before. I know how he’ll fit. How good it will be.