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He set the scissors down, then he cupped my face and pulled me to him with his body pressed against mine.

His lips were close to mine, and after looking into my eyes for a second, his tongue came out and licked along my lips before he kissed me passionately.

I granted him access into my mouth by opening up wider, seeing as he liked to dip his tongue deep inside.

He brushed against my tongue, swirling around it and accumulating as much spit as possible.

His hands left my cheeks and wandered down to my ass, gripping it tightly and then massaging it.

I felt his cock pressed against my stomach, and I moved my hips to feel more of him.

The towel was bothering me, so I made quick work of it and let it drop to his feet.

Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and rubbed on it as he continued to move his hands over my ass, making me moan.

I needed to get rid of my pants, but Fennec had other plans.

He broke the kiss and made me take my hand off his cock, then he turned me around so my back was to him.

He reached around me with one hand, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple as he ran his other fingers down my spine where all the small cuts he had left behind a few days ago turned into scabs.

He started to pick on them, making me feel little sparks against my skin whenever he ripped one open.

“Fen,” I whispered, unsure if what he was doing was normal but shortly after, I had to laugh at myself for asking that question.

What the hell was normal when it came to Fennec?

He liked blood, that much was clear.

But picking at someone else’s scabs was new to me.

“If you pick on them, they’ll leave scars. And I want you to be scarred because of me,” he murmured.

Whatever he wanted, I would let him have it.

There was nothing else I desired more than to make him happy, and if it meant to suffer or let him do things like this, I would let him.

“That’s it,” he said proudly, gripping both my shoulders and turning my back to the mirror and making me look back at myself.

“Beautiful…this blood is all mine,” he growled, observing the droplets of blood on most of the cuts.

It didn’t look too bad, and besides him, no one would ever get to see what was now decorating my spine.

It was his doing, and I was okay with it.

I watched him lean in and kiss my shoulder before he trailed kisses to the back of my neck and then down my spine to taste what he had created.

With my eyes closed, I turned my head again and closed my eyes as his tongue licked every single inch until he was back at my neck.

I had reached to his cock again to give him the pleasure he needed, and when his lips pressed against my cheek, I turned my head again to face him.

“I want more,” he whispered, cupping my jaw and placing his lips on mine again.

I wasn’t on my period anymore, which for the first time I wished I still were.

“Take these off,” he muttered as he tugged at my pants, so I quickly did while he let go of me to turn to the shower.

No matter what he was up to, I was here for it.

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