Page 44 of Where We Ended

“I’d like to ruin this.” He snapped the strap at my hip.

I returned the smile, my mouth still desperate for him. Spreading my legs farther, I pulled away and said, “I think you already did…”

His eyes dropped to the apex of my thighs with a feral gleam. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist, so I leaned back on my elbows so he had a better view of my heavy breasts, puckered nipples and thong.

His mouth came down over my belly button, his tongue paving a path down to the top of my mound. He let loose a moan as soon as he encountered the fabric covering me.

“Hold very still, Caelum.” He pressed a gentle kiss right over my covered center, which was soaked completely through. His smile and appreciative groan went straight through me.

I couldn’t see his hands, or where they’d disappeared to until suddenly a knife was produced. It was more like a hunting knife with a serrated edge, broad tip and the handle was black, with the grim reaper’s scythe etched into it.

My mouth parted as the cool metal touched my thigh. Perhaps it’d been just too many weeks without his touch, but seeing the hunger light up his eyes as he stared at my center had me ravenous.

I wanted to move, shift and push into the tip to feel him draw something out of me. I’d always loved the way he fucked me, with ruthless abandon and complete and utter worship, but adding in this element of danger had me craving more.

“You’re shaking,” he rasped, slowly dragging the tip of the knife along my thigh, until it was gliding right at the edge of my thong. “I know it’s not from fear, Caelum…no this is something much worse. You think you want me to push against this perfect skin, draw blood and swipe it up with my tongue?”

A moan erupted from my chest as I dared to lift my hips the smallest bit.

With a hiss, his free hand held my opposite hip in place. “You’ve missed me.”

“More than you fucking realize,” I choked out; a gasp caught in my chest as desire writhed low in my belly.

His tongue clicked as the blade cut through the fabric at my hips as easily as warm butter. Silas gently pulled the black fabric away, exposing my slick pussy to the cool air of the room.

“You know I’d rather use this knife to carve out my own heart than mark a single piece of you. So you’ll have to stash that little fantasy away because I’ll never be able to take the look of blood on your skin. Not while there’s a heart beating in my chest and air expanding in my lungs.”

Now that I knew he wasn’t going to use that knife against my skin, I lifted my hips in a silent plea for him to fuck me.

“I will, however, let you play with my knife.” His voice dropped into a husky promise as he flipped the knife, the blade pointing at the ceiling as the butt of his handle was used to gently pry my pussy lips apart.

“Oh my god.” My head fell back as Silas used the smooth metal of the handle in the most prolific way.

“I think I might decide to keep this knife after all. It was a gift for you, but seeing it slide against your greedy pussy has me reconsidering.”

I lifted my head to watch as he used the tip, bobbing up and down in the air as he adjusted and moved the end along my slit. I was soaked, near combusting, as the harsh edge hit my clit. Warm fingers held the handle firmly in place while Silas hovered above me.

“Show me how desperate you are, beautiful. Can you come from simply fucking this knife?”

Another deep moan left my chest as I began to shake. The sounds in the room were obnoxious as I moved my hips with abandon, fucking the butt end of his knife with recklessness. Wetness seeped down my ass and onto the counter as Silas watched me lose myself to the sensation of this thick object being used to get me off.

My breathing increased, heat crawling up my neck and face, not from shame but exertion.

“Silas,” I gasped, locking eyes with him.

He smirked down at the scene, and I knew how crude it must look. The tip of his serrated edge was sticking up in the air while the handle of his lethal knife remained in my cunt. Soaked and slippery from my arousal. I could also feel those firm fingers begin dipping farther into my pussy, while the metal remained against my clit.

It was too much.

“Fuck. Shit.” I shuddered as I came against the knife. My entire body felt wired and primed for him to take more, provide more. It was a powerful orgasm, but I’d had better from him. I needed him.

“I need you.”

He slowly pulled the knife up, and while maintaining eye contact with me, his pink tongue came out, licking every inch of the handle clean.

“So fucking sweet.”

This man would be the end of me. I lie there watching as a familiar jealousy overcame him and he tossed the knife to the side, and then gripped my hips in a vicious hold.

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