Chapter Eleven #2
I strip it off her, slow, until she’s bare before me.
My gaze drinks in every inch, her skin, her curves, the scars that mark her.
I drag my finger through the trail of blood and let it gather thick at the tip of my finger.
I let it drip onto her nipple, the red striking against her skin.
Her breathing catches. I lower my head, tongue sweeping over her nipple until every drop is gone.
I bite down hard enough to make her whimper.
Her fingers twist in my hair, holding me there.
Our eyes lock. “You told me not to hold back,” I murmur.
She nods, pride sparking in her gaze.
I sit back, my thumbs hooking into the waistband of my sweats. I drag them down slowly, making her watch every inch. Her pupils dilate when she sees all of me, mouth parting.
“That… is not going to fit.”
I can’t stop the grin. “It’ll fit,” I growl, dipping my hand to her cut, gathering her blood before wrapping my fist around my cock. Crimson glistens along my length. “The blood will help it slide in easier.”
Her cheeks flush, her breath stutters. “That’s disgusting.”
I lean close, pressing the flat of the blade against her cheek, the steel against her hot skin. “No, hellcat… that’s us.”
She swallows hard, thighs pressing together.
I part them with a firm grip, holding her open.
“Feel that?” My cock rests against her entrance, heavy, twitching and wet with her blood and my precum, making sure she knows exactly what’s about to split her open.
“That’s you on me before I’m inside you. ”
I move the blade, trailing down her throat, her chest, over one tight peak before grazing the inside of her thigh again. I let the flat kiss her skin while my tip pushes forward, slow, breaching her inch by inch.
“Fuuuck,” I rasp.
She’s molten heat, squeezing so tight it’s a fight to keep control. My hand locks on her hip, the other still holding the knife against her thigh as if daring her to move. But I feel it. The brat isn’t moving her body, she’s moving inside!
“Stop… doing that,” I grind out through my teeth.
Her voice is breathless, tinged with that fake innocence. “Doing what?”
“That,” I growl, dragging the knife higher until it rests against her belly. “You’re already tight as hell, and if you keep milking me like that, I’ll snap and fuck you through the goddamn floor.”
I push deeper, control fraying with every stretch of her around me. Her nails rake down my arms, her head falls back, and I’m seated to the hilt.
Every inch of me claimed by her.
Owned by her sweet sin.
“Feel that hellcat?” I snarl against her ear. “That’s me splitting you open, and I’m not pulling out until every inch of you knows who you fucking belong to.”
My hand closes around her throat, pressing her into the mattress. The knife slides up, the blunt spine tracing her jaw. I start to move, slow first, but harder a minute later, each thrust making the blade tremble against her skin.
“Take it,” I snarl, hips locking flush to hers. “Take all of me.”
She moans, her body clenching as I pull out slowly, letting her feel every vein, every ridge, before slamming back in so hard the headboard cracks against the wall. Her eyes flash, pupils wide.
I catch her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. The other grips her thigh, spreading her wide as the knife rests over her sternum, the point angled just enough for her to feel its weight with every snap of my hips.
“I’m so deep in you, your blood now knows my name.”
Every thrust gets rougher, the wet slap of us filling the air. She trembles under me, her release coiling tight.
“Come on, hellcat,” I growl, my breath hot against her ear as I grab the knife and slide it higher, right to the hollow of her throat. Her pulse hammers against the knife, fast, frantic. Mine matches it. “Come for me with the blade kissing your skin. Fall apart while I fucking own you.”
She shudders. Eyes glassy. Lips parted.
Her scream rips through the room, raw and cracked, her body convulsing around my cock like she’s trying to drag the soul out of me.
Muscles clamp so tight it punches the air from my lungs.
She jerks beneath me, thighs trembling, back arching hard as her orgasm slams through her like a fucking seizure.
I don’t stop. Don’t ease up.
I fuck her through it, relentless, punishing, holding her down with one hand around her throat, the other gripping the knife so tight my knuckles go white.
“You feel that?” I snarl, snapping my hips harder, deeper, chasing the edge like I’m chasing blood. “That’s mine. That mess between your thighs—mine. That scream in your lungs—mine.”
She whimpers, a broken moan choking in her throat, body still twitching, too far gone to speak.
One more hard thrust and I come, violent and brutal, my vision blacks out for a second as I drive deep and stay there, cock throbbing while I unload into her like I want it to mark her from the inside out.
A growl rips out of me as I grind into her, harder, deeper, needing her to feel it, to feel me, my seed, my cock, the blade.
“Good girl,” I breathe, voice shredded. “You take me so fucking well.”
We stay like that, me inside and her trying to catch her breath, until the blade cools against her throat and her body finally stops trembling.