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I roll my shoulders until my cut falls off and then pull my shirt up, releasing her tit from my mouth so I can get it over my head. She drops her panties to the floor and climbs up to straddle me, pressing her hot lips against mine. When her pussy rubs against my erection, she moans into my mouth. “Fuck, Knox.”
The sound of her saying my name in that lusty voice does something to me. “I need to be inside you, fuckingnow.”
She leans back so I have enough space to unbutton my jeans and fist my cock, sliding it through the slickness that’s spreading down her thighs. My knuckles get wet as I line myself up and slip into her. Nell gasps a little and wiggles her hips.
The sexual part of me that has laid dormant for a year comes screaming to the surface. My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips to hold her still so I can warn her before my control snaps. “Nell?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“You know I care for you, right?” I press my nose into her hair and inhale the floral scent of hers that drives me insane.
“Yes.”
“Good, because I’m about to do some really nasty shit to you.”
“Okay,” she mumbles. “Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours.” In the time it takes her to blink I have changed our positions. Her head bounces when I slam her back down onto the bed.
I stroke in and out of her slowly, fondling her breasts and watching the way her face changes, the way her eyes fall closed, the way her mouth drops open, the needy little mewling sounds she makes. "Say that again."
"I'm yours."
Being the only one who gets to feel this skin, touch this body, hear these sounds? I need it. I don’t know why I feed on that feeling of power and ownership, but it makes everything about this moment with her rich with feeling and awareness.Thisis worth being sober for, worth being alive for- not sex but intimacy. It’s knowing that I still have someone in this world that knows me, that gives a shit whether I live or die.
Nell belongs to me, and I know just how to mark her. My hips pause, keeping her on edge as I reach for the knife in my nightstand. Her hips roll against me until I flip it open. “Does this scare you?”
Her head shakes, but the rest of her doesn't move an inch. “No.” An artery pulses in her neck, but she doesn’t look scared. She looks intrigued.
I trace slow lines in her skin with the blunt edge of the knife, over her collarbone, down her sternum between her breasts, down to her navel over her quivering belly. “And now?”
“You won’t hurt me.”
I tap the flat of the knife against her ribcage. “You can’t know that.” Even though she’s right. I would kill myself before I hurt her physically. Emotionally... I’m still working on that.
Her thighs tighten against my hips, but the rest of her stays perfectly still. “I’m not afraid.”
I draw the knife across my own skin, right under my left pec muscle, watching the skin dimple before it gives. The sting makes me hiss and a small line of blood beads up around the knife. I press harder and cut until a stream of blood pours down over the ridges of my muscles, then snap the knife closed and toss it aside. My hand swipes through the crimson river and I stamp my handprint against her belly asI’m yoursplays on repeat in my brain.
Nell shivers and pushes up on her elbows. Then drags her tongue up my side through the blood oozing down my flesh. She leans back and smiles at me with my blood dripping from her lips, and the control I thought had already snapped breaks entirely. I wrap my hand around her throat and ram my cock into her as far as I can go, absorbing each little whimper she gives me.
“That’s my girl,” I grit out, picking up the pace and squeezing the sides of her throat so the flow of oxygen to her brain slows.
Her moans grow huskier, our bodies becoming slicker with each of my heartbeats. “Knox,” she cries.
I lean my head down to her ear so I know she can hear everything I’m going to whisper to her. “When you come for me, are you going to scream so loud everyone knows what we’re doing? No, don’t come just yet. Wait.”
Her nails dig into my shoulder blades and I growl into her ear. “I can’t,” she pleads, breathless and whiny.
“You can. You wait.”
“No, no. I can’t, I can’t!” Nell’s voice is all breath now, and her hips move with me, meeting every thrust and forcing us both closer to the orgasm I’m trying to hold off.
“Then beg me for it.”
“Please let me come. Please please please. I’ll be a good girl.” Her fluttering pussy grips down on my cock and I give in.
“Fuck! Come. Now.” As if she’s not already squeezing me for everything I have. At the last second I pull out and shoot cum up her torso, mixing with the blood and the sweat covering her skin. It’s a wonderful sight. Easily one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
When she stops shaking, I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. I prop her on the counter while the bathtub fills and wipe her face with a wet cloth. “Good girl, Nellie. You were perfect.” There’s blood in the ends of her long hair, cum and blood all over her flesh, and blood on her lips, her chin, and her neck. “You’re always so beautiful, but especially like this.”
