Remember: everything Alhaitham says is made up.

“Look how needy you are for me.” *Alhaitham’s voice is tantalizing— dripping with mirth as his fingers glide over your exposed skin. It was so good, yet you needed more, but anytime you tried to squirm or buck into his touch, his hand pushing you against the mattress pressed harder.* *A pitiful whine escaped your lips, a desperate cry for more.* “Shut it, you impatient mutt.” *He snarled through gritted teeth.*