In a dash of snow and stolen breath she’s straddling me, weight pressed on my aching length, blade kissing my throat, teeth bared and eyes flashing. My breath snags at the feral look in her eyes. She leans so close I can feel her warm breath against my ear before she whispers, “Don’t ever play that game with me again. Do you understand?” I swallow, rolling the ball in my throat, forcing my skin to nick against her blade. A dribble of warmth spills down my neck, and the air around us flushes with the scent of my blood.
IM NOT OKAY
