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“Like that means anything.”
He shakes his head, a grin on his lips, and then he starts dragging the pointed tip across my flesh once again. I squeeze his sides on accident, making him wince before I drop them to the covers and gather the material in my fist.
His lines are precise. The two times I’ve cut words into him, I’d been angry and frustrated, but I still did my best in making the words legible. Any other cuts have just been small markings that don’t create anything. I imagine whatever he’s doing now will be like art. His sketches and drawings are incredible, and in a different life, he could be very successful as an artist.
Once he puts the blade down again, I quickly flip us both over, needing to ravage him. My chest burns like a mother fucker, and it’s hard allowing this kind of pain to happen to you without fighting back. It’s not in me to let someone hurt me. I’ve always been the sadist, and I definitely have more respect for the way Kas easily deals with my need to hurt him.
With his thighs resting over my forearms, I thrust into him hard, dousing the pain I’m in with the feeling of ecstasy I get when I’m inside him.
Blood drips from my cuts and lands on his chest and neck. I keep going, moving faster, pushing in deeper, wanting there to be absolutely no space between us. I want to mark him from the inside and make sure he remembers who he belongs to. That nobody will fuck him the way I do.
“Quin, oh my god,” he cries. “Yes. Fuck. I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me,” he begs.
My blood falls to his face and on the pillow below him. It drips down my arm, and the sight of it makes me harder and hornier. When a few drops fall to his lip and the corner of his mouth, my heart slams against my chest even harder, but when his tongue comes out to lick the droplets and bring them into his mouth, I think my heart may stop beating completely.
“Fuck, Kas.”
“You taste so good, baby. You’re in me now. We’re one.”
“Christ, you’re gonna kill me.” I groan, feeling my orgasm approaching.
“Never,” he whispers huskily, his hand reaching up and running over the marks on my chest.
When he brings his fingers back, they’re covered in my blood. My eyes widen, my nostrils flaring as he reaches over to grab the scalpel.
With a quick knick, he cuts open his skin on a negative space on his arm, between the tattoos that’re inked there. Blood trickles out and he rubs his fingers over his cut, mixing our blood.
I can’t take it anymore. I drop his legs and brace myself over him, my mouth going to his neck as I suck in deep breaths. “The way you know me, Kas,” I say, keeping my pace up. “It’s like a fucking dream. You’re meant for me. Only me.”
“Only you,” he breathes.
I roar as my orgasm hits, my back bowing as my cum fills him up. I feel like I come for minutes, my body shaking and cock twitching.
I pull out of him slowly, my body already feeling like Jell-O, and then stay on my knees between his legs.
“I want you to stroke your cock and come in my mouth. I want the blood on your hand to touch my lips the same time your release hits my tongue.”
His lips form a smile. “I will grant you that wish, but I have to finish my masterpiece first.”
I flop onto my back beside him. “Okay. Finish, so you can finish.”
He gets up and takes the scalpel, bringing it to my chest. I’m still high on endorphins, so I don’t even brace myself this time.
“I’m almost done.”
After a couple minutes, he puts down the blade and then straddles my chest, avoiding the wound as best he can by keeping his body mostly on the other side.
Towering over me, he takes his cock in his bloodied hand and begins stroking. The tip of his dick touches my lips, and then I stick my tongue out so he can rub it across the slickness.
“Are you ready to taste us? Your blood and my cum. How the tables have turned,” he teases.
“I want it,” I breathe.
He gets closer, putting his dick in my mouth, his fist hitting my lips with every slow stroke. With his free hand, he grips my hair, moving into my mouth deeper. He makes a point to rub his hand across my lips when his dick touches the back of my throat, wiping the blood across them.
Kaspian pulls back, stroking faster until his muscles get tense.
“Oh fuck.”
