“I can see how bad you need me.” His dirty words cause my core to throb with need. As his fingers are about to move the material covering my center, there’s a loud knock at the door, making him pause as his fingers are starting to touch me.
A frustrated growl leaves his mouth as he gets off the bed to see who knocked. Throwing the door open, he stands in the opening so he’s blocking the view of whoever is on the other side, but I push myself to the left to try to get a glimpse of who’s at the door. My eyes land on Becca standing there with a scowl on her face as she crosses her arms.
“Your seven minutes are up, Damon.” She tries to reach for his arm, but he takes a step out of her reach before replying.
“What I have planned for Tate will need a lot more than seven minutes,” he replies, slamming the door in her face before she can respond. Locking the door, he turns back to me with a predatory gaze in his eyes, making me grow wetter in anticipation of what is going to happen next. When he gets back on the bed, his mouth is instantly on mine. I can't help the whimper that leaves my mouth as he kisses me like he can’t get enough, before moving his lips move lower.
The feeling of his warm breath along my neck sets me off, and I can’t help but wrap my legs around his waist. Feeling how hard his cock is getting as it tents his pants, he grinds his length against my pussy, letting me know how big he is. It fuels the fire inside of me even more. He sits up, leaning on his heels before grabbing my thighs and spreading my legs. I feel so exposed, but right now I don’t care. All I want is for him to touch me.
Next thing I know, Damon is reaching into his pocket, pulling out a black blade. He flips it open.
“What are you doing, Damon?” I ask, suddenly out of breath, but as if sensing my fear, his lips curve into a malicious grin. He doesn’t answer me as he places the sharp tip on the base of my throat, and slowly grazes the blade down my skin. It’s sharpenough that a light trail of blood is left in its wake. The pain coming from the blade sends a wave of desire through me.
“I want to mark up this perfect skin of yours, Tate. Watch you bleed for me.” His deep voice soothes me as I press forward a tad, which causes the blade to dig slightly more into my skin. I never thought this would be something I would be into, but I find myself not wanting him to stop.
He drags the blade down to my bra and slides the tip of the blade under the fabric in between my breasts. With a quick flick of his wrist, he cuts my bra down the center, making it fall open, leaving my bare breasts exposed. He returns the blade to my sensitive skin, and, with more pressure than before, he allows the tip to graze my hardening nipples.
I let out a hiss at the contact. He gives the other one the same attention before moving lower. I can feel my heart rate speeding up as I grip the sheets in my hands.
The more pressure he adds to the blade, the more blood pools up on my skin. His fingers follow the blood trail, as if he wants to mark me with it. Like he’s proud to be the one to make me bleed. My stomach flips, and I press my eyes closed as molten heat runs over me from his touch. Nervousness washes over me, but it’s taken over by excitement for where this night seems to be going.
When the blade is no longer on my skin, my eyes open, only to find him grabbing one side of my thong and using the blade to cut through it. He does the same on the other side, leaving me completely exposed.
He takes both pieces of my ruined lingerie off me and tosses the black fabric on the floor next to the bed. I lay there looking up at the man I had been crushing on for months now, to find him looking down at me with the same look. His eyes are locked on mine. The hand that isn’t holding his blade slides up my leg, inching its way higher and higher.
My eyes stray from his to the blade still in his other hand, and the suspense builds as I wonder if he’s going to continue using it on me. Then, his hand stops its path up my body to grip my face.
“Ah, ah. Eyes on me, Angel. No one gave you permission to look away.” My eyes instantly shoot back to his. Taking the hand from my face, he settles it on my throat.
Lightly gripping me, he pulls my mouth to his. His tongue teases the seam of my lips, wanting entry, making both my lips and legs part open again, allowing him to settle between both. When the kiss becomes more domineering, he pulls away, bringing his face down next to my ear.
His words come out in a breathy whisper, “What would I feel if I reached between your legs right now, Angel? Did dragging my blade against your pretty skin make you wet?” His words pause as he pulls back so our eyes lock once again. A wicked grin is plastered on his face. “Or is it the thought I might take this blade and make you bleed a little more? Maybe take the handle and shove it into that pretty little pussy of yours, huh? Which, one Angel?”
My mind is racing at all the new images he put in my head.
“I asked you something, Angel. Be a good girl and answer me.”
Searching my mind to find the words, I say the one thing coming to mind, “All of it,” I blurt out, without thinking, “All of it makes me wet.” My last word comes out as a whimper.
His smile grows more wicked as he begins praising me, “Such a good girl for me.”
Pulling me closer to him, he lays one final soft kiss on my lips, reassuring me I’m safe here. That it’s only the two of us. The feeling of his hands on me is the only thing making me calm and ridding me of the anxiousness that was trying to take over.
His eyes peer into mine as he says, “Although I love how much this turns you on, Angel. For what is going to happen next, I’ll need your full attention.” With that, he closes the blade and puts it away.
Chapter Seven
Damon-
Iclimb off the bed and make my way over to the couch on the other side of the room, leaving her wanting more, but it’s my turn now. I let the anticipation build until it’s her time.
I can see how eager she is to please me, though. Her eyes are glazing over as she sits up on the bed looking in the direction I’m headed in. Blood is still smeared on her perfect skin that I so desperately want to carve into, but now isn’t the time for that. No, now I need to feel her mouth wrapped around me or this might end before it's even started.
Such a beautiful sight. The redness coating her chest, knowing I was the one to make her bleed, makes it even better.
“Come here and get on your knees, Angel,” I tell her as she scurries off the bed, dropping to her knees right in between mine.
“You're going to take my cock down your throat like a good girl?” She nods vigorously, reaching for the button of my jeans, but stops as she looks up at me for approval before continuing. My head nods on its own accord. After undoing the button, she pulls the zipper down at a torturing speed. I can feel the sexual tension rolling off her in waves.
