Chapter 7 #2
He gripped the handle, jerking it from his body and letting sticky blood drip onto her nightgown.
She watched in horror as he pressed the flat of his tongue to the blade, licking it from handle to tip, then flipping and doing the same on the other side.
His wound still oozed–a red bloom staining his skin–but the bleeding already seemed to be subsiding as he pressed his palm to it, stifling the flow.
After just a few seconds, he brought that hand to the knife, the milky white marble grip turning red as he slicked it with his blood.
“You’re going to pay for that, my dear. Rul already received his punishment for failing to obey me, and it appears that you wish for the same.”
He tossed the knife in the air, catching it by the blade and bringing the handle to her inner thigh.
Isabelle swallowed hard, frozen in place as he traced it along her leg, leaving a wet streak of blood, before prodding it against her entrance.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wide with terror.
“If you’re going to misbehave, then I won’t reward you with my cock. But there are plenty of things I can fuck you with.”
She winced as he penetrated her with the handle, the blood still warm and easing the way along with the unbidden arousal slicking her interior.
The bright red against her skin was a visceral contrast, flaming her passion despite the fear inhabiting her.
It was primal, though different from the way he had hunted her in the woods, a pure show of his power over her.
Her attack had barely caused a scratch, the wound already closing as if it had never been there in the first place.
Isabelle whimpered as he pulled the knife out before plunging it back in and sending a shock up her spine.
She gripped the sheets, her body succumbing to his ministrations.
The handle wasn’t sizable, but he shoved it into her in just the right way so that it stimulated her sensitive spot.
With an arch of her back, she was moaning into his touch, wanting more, needing more, as desperate as she’d been back in the forest.
Bellinor pulled the knife out, teasing her clit with the handle, and she grabbed his wrist, trying to coax him back.
“Please,” she begged, and he let out a chuckle, so low it vibrated her nerves.
“So needy. Maybe I should leave you here all alone tonight?”
He pulled away, but let her restrain his arm, though he surely was stronger.
“Don’t,” she said, dragging him back until the handle prodded at her again. “Please don’t go.”
The air was tense with expectation, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she waited to see what he would do.
Was she really begging him to stay? After she’d stabbed him?
Goddess, she couldn’t keep her mind straight, not when she was around him, like there was some sort of intoxicant in the air that made her lose all sense.
The thought of him leaving made her stomach churn, not wanting to be alone in this strange room.
Not when she craved his touch, needed it like she needed air.
It was what had drawn her into the woods when she knew she should have gone straight to her cottage.
She wanted to be desired so fully that someone had to take what they wanted from her, no matter how she protested.
It wasn’t love, of course it wasn’t, but it was something that made her feel alive.
A flash of emotion crossed his face, the shadows etched deep in the low light of the fire. He was still for a long time, the crackling of flames the only sound until he tossed the knife, letting it clatter to the floor.
Before she could cry out, he was jerking down his pants, his cock springing free as he gripped the backs of her thighs and hiked her legs up. He spread her wide, bringing his tip to her bloodied entrance before slamming in without warning.
“Goddess!” she cried out, which earned her an insidious laugh as Bellinor fucked her hard, giving her exactly what she wanted.
Every nerve was alight with sensation, burning pain and pleasure so intense she was seeing stars. He jerked her toward him, resting her ass on his thighs and shifting his grip to her waist, moving her back and forth over and over again with each fierce thrust.
“Begging me like a pathetic whore,” he growled, his dark eyes ablaze. “Look how easily you give in.”
She was pathetic, letting her lust control her, but the shame only heightened her arousal. She surrendered every bit of herself to him, just as she had in the woods, letting him fuck her and use her in a way no other had before.
An explosion of pleasure rocketed through her and she gasped for air, gripping onto his arms for dear life. Her cunt clamped onto his thick cock in rhythmic bursts, and he grunted, giving her quick strokes until he met the same end.
She could feel his length jerking inside of her, filling her with seed, and a sick part of her wished a human and a demon could procreate, suddenly desperate for her belly to grow big with his child.
Bellinor collapsed onto his side, pulling her into his arms with a huff. She could barely breathe, her body still thrumming with pleasure, though she enjoyed the sensation of being crushed in his embrace.
Without meaning to, she succumbed to sleep, reveling in the euphoria of her debasement.