Page 256 of Mayhem and Minnie

A shudder goes down my body.

The pain now has a sweet edge to it. And as she continues to swipe her tongue all over that cut until it heals, I want to slash myself from head to toe so I could have her mouth all over me.

My back hits the mattress from the onslaught of sensation.

She slowly moves up my body, licking and kissing the cuts she’d made on my abdomen, then the ones on my pectorals.

When she reaches my neck, she takes her time. She sucks in the blood, healing the cut before making a new one with her teeth.

I wrap my fingers in her hair as I hold her. With every lick, I thrust my hips against her. It starts slow, but as she continues her ministrations, my cock becomes rock hard.

“Fuck, Minnie,” I rasp.

She’s on top of me, her pussy cushioning my erection as I pump against her.

It barely registers that there are multiple layers of clothing between us. There’s only the pure sensation of having her so close to me.

Her scent invades my nostrils, sweet, musky, and needy.

And with the way she gyrates her hips, I know she wants to be fucked.

She needs it as badly as I do.

A low moan erupts from her throat as she punctures the flesh just below my jaw with her sharp teeth. Blood flows into her mouth and she laps greedily at it, making out with my wound the way I’d like to make out with her cunt.

Grabbing the knife from her hands, I roll her over and loom over her.

She regards me with hooded eyes as I cut through the material of her shirt with the sharp blade. The fabric falls to the side to reveal her naked torso. Her tits are full and plump, her nipples puckered and begging for attention.

She bites her lip invitingly, not knowing what that gesture does to me or how it challenges the little control I have left.

“My turn,” I whisper.

I cut a straight line from her sternum to her belly button. Blood pools to the surface, staining her skin. The red is a stark contrast to her milky flesh, and I lean in to catch those errant droplets.

The taste hits my tongue, making me groan in appreciation.

So fucking sweet.

It’s like a nectar from the gods, which is quite fitting considering she is a goddess. But she’s my goddess.

I lick a path from her stomach to her chest, letting my tongue rest between the valley of her breasts.

She’s looking down at me, her pupils dilated with desire.

Her wounds quickly close, but I’m quick to make more incisions so I can feast on more of her delicious blood.

I’ve always been prone to addictions. But I’ve never imagined my most debilitating one would be her.

Her blood.

Her body.

Her soul.

Her goddamn big eyes that look at me as if I were the only thing who matters to her.

This is not just an addiction. It’s gone far beyond that.

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