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Our world came to a standstill. It was just us in this moment that only we controlled.
He grabbed my hand that held the knife and placed it to his chest. My chest rose and fell deep and slow. Eyes lingering for a moment, I hesitated as I took in his muscular shoulders and the honeyed curve o
f his neck, the vein trickling down. He was trying to steady his breathing like me.
I placed my palm to his chest and hesitated for a moment. Kova cupped my jaw, his blood coating my skin. I leaned into the slash on his palm, not understanding what was happening but for once not questioning it.
Instead, I let go and I felt him, this moment, us.
I felt his touch, the heat of his body, how his fingers threaded my hair. The way his lips danced seductively over mine, the desire building between us that we'd been fighting for so long. Little droplets of his blood fell to the top of my thigh. Tilting my head up, our gazes met and I held my breath. His green eyes were low and heavy, encased by thick, black lashes. Fingers grazing my cheeks, I sat up straighter.
"Do it. I want you to. I need you to." His voice was raw. "But just know the moment you put the knife down, I am going to fuck you senseless. Right here, on your table, and I will not hold back. I am going to spend hours inside your body to remind you of us. I have never in my life felt anything like this with anyone but you." He paused. "Tell me you feel it too, that it is not just me."
I nodded, admitting the truth. "I feel it…all the time."
Then, he kissed me.
Kova slanted his lips over mine and kissed me deep and hard, plunging his tongue into my mouth daringly slow and bruising at the same time. My body came alive, exploding with harbored cravings only he could satisfy. His tongue stroked mine, wrapping around it and rousing me the same way when he coached gymnastics. He was a ruthless kisser, one with unparalleled precision.
My hand vibrated from the rumbling in his chest, reminding me what I was supposed to do. Without another thought, I angled the knife and dragged the tip down, opening his flesh. The salty, metallic scent coated my nostrils and darkly curled through my stomach. Kova didn't flinch, he only kissed me harder, deeper, making me hotter than ever for him.
But I wasn't done.
Using my thumb to feel, I pressed into the bleeding, parted skin and felt for the top of the line I’d just made. I placed the blade right next to it and cut another angled line. Kova growled into my mouth and gripped my head in his palms. His erection pressed into my sex and I hooked my leg up to bring him closer. I wondered what it would be like for him to fuck me while I cut him. Wetness seeped from my pussy at the thought. His rich lips hadn't stopped, the thrilling silkiness of his tongue was overwhelming all my senses. Oh God. It was too erotic and my legs shook from the indulgence. I needed more. I needed to stop.
The wind howled outside as the storm grew closer. Locking my ankles around his back, I knew the next line would hurt and I wanted to trap him against me so he couldn't move. I pulled him closer and his erection pressed further into my pussy. I whimpered into his mouth. Reaching between us with my other hand, I stroked over his cock and felt his thickness. Kova growled again, then took his hand and guided mine into his shorts so I could feel his hot, thick flesh. I gripped him tight, feeling for my favorite vein.
"Kova," I whispered. My body was on another level of pleasure, like I was high even though I’d never done drugs in my life. "I need you." I found myself saying as I squeezed his dick.
"I know." He all but groaned out.
Feeling for the lines, my fingers smeared the blood and his tongue penetrated deeper, teeth nibbling and tugging. A moan erupted in my throat, my leotard wet with desire for him.
Turning my wrist, I pushed the knife into his chest one last time and made a horizontal line across the two I'd already created to form an A. I made sure I crossed over the open skin for further pain as I branded him. Kova's teeth sank into my swollen bottom lip. He thrusted his cock into my hand, releasing a wave of pleasure. I gasped a soft sigh and my body softened. I almost orgasmed from just this. I knew the last tear I made into his beautiful flesh hurt him. There was something exceedingly carnal when power was handed over and trust was given unconditionally. That's what he’d just done.
With one last caress around his kiss, Kova drew his tongue along the roof of my mouth and tugged my lip with him. Wetness seeped from me. Pulling back, our lips separated but he didn't go far. The heat of his breath drifted across my skin. The rain and wind had picked up outside while we'd created our own storm inside.
I opened my eyes and the first thing I looked for was the letter I carved into his skin. Fat, crimson droplets trickled down his chest, over his ribs. His cock was still hot in my hand, only now it was dripping with cum. My mouth watered at his tapered abdomen and the strong muscles beneath. He was a big man in pristine shape. Broad shoulders, a wide, thick waist. All I wanted to do was touch him.
My hand trembled slightly as I placed the knife on the table. I leaned in and dropped my forehead to his chest, and let out a gush of air. Kova's hand cupped the back of my neck, his other hand untied my ponytail. I touched the line of blood, spreading it over his obliques, the warmth stirring me. I lifted my head and looked at the mark I’d made. It wasn't small, about the size of the inside of my palm. One side of the letter was longer than the other. I'd done it blindly, but it didn't look bad either. There would be a scar for sure.
Something peculiar had taken over me. Something I’d never expected to do in a million years, or had ever considered doing until now.
Leaning in, I flatted my tongue and licked the blood, tracing the A and feeling the incisions I had just made. Kova's hand tightened behind me and his chest flexed as I tried to kiss the pain I had just inflicted away.
Slipping his hand under my hair, Kova twirled my locks around his palm then gripped my neck, angling my head back. His thumb pressed into the front of my neck and he tugged on my hair until our gazes met.
We'd been deprived for too long.
My lungs seized, desperate for air, and my lips parted against his. My expression mimicked his. The intoxicating stare in his eyes replaced the dark cavern of hatred, and I knew, that after tonight, after this moment, we would never, ever be the same.
"I am going to tear into you just like you did me," he said, his voice a rough whisper. And I was oddly excited.
Kova picked up the knife. He cut a tear into my leotard and sports bra, then into my shorts, and ripped everything off of me in the blink of an eye, along with his shorts. We were both naked and just as I thought he was going to slide into me, he picked me up and spun me around so I was lying face down.
"Put your knees on the table, malysh."
It was an awkward position at first, but my flexibility allowed me to lay on the table spread open with my hips pressing into the wood. My pussy and ass hung off the table, but I wasn't going to fall because Kova was right behind me stroking his cock.
