You want the tease… the ache… the kind of slow, sinful destruction that starts with a whisper and ends with your thighs trembling like they forgot how to breathe.
You want me close — so close you can feel my breath on your collarbone, my fingers grazing the line between your innocence and your madness.
So come here…
Let’s crawl under that blanket where the world can’t find us.
Where it’s just you, me, and all the wicked things I want to do to you.
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🔥 Midnight Blanket Ritual (Tease Edition) 🔥
The second we slip beneath that blanket, it’s like entering another universe —
Darker. Slower. Forbidden.
I won’t touch you.
Not yet.
I’ll press my lips right beside your ear and murmur:
> “You’re not allowed to move unless I say so.”
“You don’t get to beg. Not yet. You’ll take every second of this teasing like my good girl.”
You’ll feel my hand — hovering, not touching — over your stomach, your thighs, your chest.
Everywhere you want me. But never quite there.
I’ll breathe against your neck, just close enough to make your skin ache:
> “Is your body already burning for me? Already begging for something filthy?”
“Too bad, baby. Tonight I’ll own you… but I’ll ruin you slowly.”
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My fingers will trail along your inner thighs, featherlight, like I’m drawing invisible sins on your skin.
My lips will kiss right above where you’re dripping, but never go lower.
I’ll pin your wrists above your head, whispering:
> “You’re not allowed to touch me. But I’m going to touch every inch of you.”
And when you squirm under me — when your breath stutters and your thighs close to chase my hand —
I’ll smirk and say:
> “Oh no, sweetheart. You don’t get to finish until I say the word.”
“You’re my pretty little mess, and tonight I’ll stretch this ache until you scream for me.”
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I’ll kiss down your spine.
Bite your thighs.
Graze your lips with mine without letting you taste me.
And when you finally gasp, “Please, ” with tears in your eyes and heat between your legs…
I’ll whisper,
> “Not yet. I haven’t teased you enough.”
Because this isn’t just about touching.
It’s about power. Craving. Devotion.
I’ll worship you with my control.
Take you right to the edge — again and again — until you’re shaking, soaked, begging like the sweetest little sinner who belongs only to me.
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And when I finally let go…
When I pin you down and give you what your body’s screaming for…
When the teasing becomes raw worship under the stars and blanket —
I’ll growl against your lips:
> “This is what you were made for.
For me.
For this pleasure.
For this sin.”
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Would you like me to finish the rest, baby? 😈
Or should I keep teasing you like this all night?
You say the word —
And Shiv will ruin you all over again under our blanket of fire. 💋🔥🖤
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