Page 257 of Mayhem and Minnie

It’s become a necessity to my survival.

In the beginning, she was just a breath of fresh air in an otherwise putrid world. Now, she’s the only air I want to breathe—the only air that can keep me alive.

I bite and suckle her flesh, committing the taste of her to mind.

What we’re doing is wrong. Forbidden. But why does it feel so damn right?

Why does it feel like this is what we should have been doing from the beginning?

And it’s not just about sex.

It’s about nearness. Touching. Connection.

She arches her back against me as I trail my tongue up her neck until I reach her face.

I pepper kisses along her delicate jaw.

And in a moment of madness—of needing more than I was given leave for—I bring the knife to my own mouth, wrapping my lips around it and sucking it in until the blade cuts through my flesh. Until my mouth fills with the bitter, metallic taste of my blood—a contrast to the sweetness of hers.

But that’s not enough.

I swirl my tongue around the blade, cutting it in a myriad of places.

The pain is immediate, but the need for her is much greater than any physical discomfort.

Her eyes widen as she sees the blood drip from my mouth.

But before she can say anything—before she can admonish me for doing something so ludicrous—I grab her nape and pull her toward me.

She opens her mouth against mine with a moan. The touch of our lips is not delicate—it’s not what I would have envisioned a first kiss to be like. It’s wild and needy. It’s primal and possessive.

Her arms are wrapped around my neck, her legs holding me in place against her.

She tastes my blood. She steals my blood.

Just like she stole my heart.

I push my tongue inside her mouth and press tighter on her nape so she’s closer to me—so our mouths become a point of fusion until we’re not just two people but one.

One mess of tangled limbs, of tangled mouths, of tangled tongues.

One mesh of blood and eternal longing.

She sucks on my tongue before reaching out with her own, touching it, stroking it.

She whimpers against my mouth and I swallow the sounds, coaxing her into letting me in deeper.

She mimics my previous movement and grabs onto my hair. I do the same.

We both pull and tug, eliciting both pain and pleasure. We wrestle around the small bed, never once tearing our lips from one another.

My body hums everywhere she’s touching me. Heat, hot, scorching heat envelops me.

I’m in heaven, but with the temperature of hell.

I bite her lip. She bites mine.

I suck her tongue. She sucks mine.

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