Chapter 41 Foolish

• Dante POV
• I reach her hips, the knife slipping under the waistband of her panties. Another flick, and the fabric gives way, tearing as if it had always meant to fall. I repeat the motion on the other side, the panties slipping away, leaving her bare before me. My lips find her stomach, trailing lower until I reach her pussy. Her scent, her arousal, is intoxicating. I press my mouth against her clit, kissing it with gentle reverence. Her body reacts immediately, hips rising slightly off the bed, but she stays asleep, her mind still trapped in the world of dreams.
• I notice the string from her tampon, a reminder of the undeniable reality of her body. Slowly, carefully, I pull it out, watching her body jolt slightly as I remove it. But she doesn’t wake. I wrap it in tissue, disposing of it silently in the bin beside the bed. There’s something raw about this moment, something intimate that makes the air feel electric.