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I don’t waste anymore time as I drag the blade across his skin.
I make it to the finalEbefore I stop. Blood is flowing freely from his thigh, and he’s pumping his fist harder over his cock. His thighs are trembling, and I know he’s about to come. I glance up at him.
“I can stop here,” I say, and he shakes his head.
“I’m so fucking close,” he groans. “Keep going.” He rests his hand on the back of my head, and I continue spelling my name. It’s a few inches long, and smeared with sweat and blood, but there it is. My name is carved into his flesh forever. “Suck my cock.” He grips my hair in his fist and pulls my face toward him.
My mouth opens as he bucks his hips, shoving into my throat. I gag around him and rest my hands on his thighs, but he doesn’t stop. He thrusts into my mouth with feral abandon.
“Fuck,” he groans as he slides his other hand into my hair. He grips my hair in both hands, holding my head still as he fucks my mouth with brutal thrusts. “Fucking slut.”
I moan around him, and he groans again.
“I can’t believe you like being called my slut,” he says, almost to himself. I drop my hand from him and slide it between my legs. My hips roll against my fingers as I find my clit through my panties. “Fuck, that’s it. Play with that cunt.”
My eyes lift to his. Veins pop from his neck as he stares down at me, his hands tightening in my hair. I keep my gaze on him as he uses my mouth the way he wants, spitting degrading names at me the entire time. It heightens my orgasm, and when I come, I cry out around him.
“I’m coming,” he grunts. “Down your throat.” I suck on him, and he slams his hips up a final time before stopping. “Take it all. That’s it. Swallow. Good girl.” He wraps his hand around my throat to feel me swallow his cum. He pumps into my mouth a few more times, then drops his hands away.
I suck in a huge breath. He stares down at the bloody mess on his thigh, then lightly runs his fingers over it.
“Now I’ll have you with me wherever I go forever,” he mutters. Once my breathing turns normal, I press a gentle kiss to his knee. He glances at me, that same dark excitement still lighting his eyes. “Your turn.”
“Ez,” I say, shaking my head.
“To come,” he says, grinning wickedly. “Or—” He picks the knife up in question. I stare at it, then drop my eyes to my name.
“Fine,” I say, and his smile broadens.
“That’s my girl.” Warmth spreads through my body at the words. He holds his hand out and helps me stand. His gaze scorches me as I undress, his eyes lingering on my breasts, then dropping to my pussy. Without warning, he reaches out and cups me. “So wet. What was it? Carving me up, or sucking my cock?”
His finger easily slides inside me, and he pumps it a few times. I grip his forearm as he presses a second finger inside. My head drops back as he finger fucks me.
“Mmm,” he groans as he drops his mouth to my neck. His teeth dig into my skin before he sucks, hard. I know I’ll have a giant mark there in the morning, but at the moment, I don’t care. “Lay down.”
I lay on the edge of the bed, and Déjà vu comes rushing back to me when he towers above me. I think he’s thinking the same thing, because he pauses and just stares at me. He dips and presses his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue against mine roughly before he pulls away.
“Legs nice and wide,” he says as he kneels. “It’ll hurt, but don’t pull away. Understand? If it’s too much, tell me to stop.” I nod and hold my breath as he holds the knife against my thigh. He pauses and looks up at me. “Which name do you want?”
“What?”
“Ezra or Kiwi?” He looks like he’s afraid to hear the answer. I rest my hand over his, squeezing gently.
“Ezra,” I whisper. His jaw clenches, then he nods and looks down at my thigh again.
“Rub your clit while I do this,” he says. “I can’t do both.” He flashes me a grin and watches as I slide my hand over my body. When my fingers connect to my clit, he makes the first slice.
I’m thankful his name is shorter than mine.
I clutch the blanket in my fist as he carves his name. My fingers move faster, and at some point, the pleasure overrides the pain, and my back arches.
“Quiet,” he hisses, gently slapping my thigh. “You’re going to wake the whole neighborhood.”
“It hurts,” I groan. “Oh, fuck.” My back arches until my shoulders and head lift off the bed. I convulse as I come, my entire body tensing and shaking.
I rub my fingers faster, drawing out all the pleasure I can. Suddenly, he shoves my hand out of the way, and his mouth connects with my pussy. He draws my orgasm out with his mouth, flicking his tongue against my sensitive clit until I fall back to the bed. He slides his tongue inside me, and I rest my hand against his head. I almost push him away. It’s almost too much. But fuck, it feels so good. Everything feels heightened.
Finally, he pulls away. My eyes open and I stare up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath.
