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 p***y. Her scent, her arousal, is intoxicating. I press my mouth against her c**t, 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 s
