Page 43 of Marking Micah

“Good girl,” he told her. “You’re so good, honey.”

He swept the blade down her body, over the center of her stomach and down to her thigh, where he paused to press the blade into her skin, knowing she wouldn’t be able to tell right away if it was the sharp edge or not. Her legs were trembling, and he knew it was a combination of fear and need—he could read it in her body, in the way her little clit grew even harder under his other hand, in the way her breath shifted from short, nervous pants to a deeper panting that signaled her desire. He could read it in the heat and the sweet scent of arousal emanating from her body.

Keeping the knife where it was, he quickly shoved two fingers under her panties and right into her wet heat. She moaned, and her pussy clenched around his fingers.

“Oh, yeah,” he said quietly. “I love to hear your breath change when I fuck you. I love to see how hard your nipples get, how the color deepens. You’re scared, I know. But I also see how your body responds to the fear. To the pleasure that’s all a part of it. Desire and fear are a heady combination, aren’t they, lovely girl? Because you know you really have nothing to fear with me, and yet, it’s still scary. Of course it is. And I can see we’re both loving playing on that fine edge.”

He moved the blade back up to her breasts, using the sharp tip to draw a pink line in her flesh as he dragged it between them, then across the underside of one, then the other before he pressed it in a bit harder on the soft rise of beautiful flesh, pricking her skin. A tiny drop of blood appeared, and she grunted as she felt the knife pierce her skin. But he backed off with the knife immediately, pumping his fingers inside her, thrusting against her g-spot, and her hips ground into his hand.

“No, Micah. You’ve gotta hold still. I still have the knife.”

She went perfectly still, then, the only movement her panting breath, the working of her throat as she tried to process the nerves, and her hands clenching and unclenching in the leather cuffs. And she was so fucking beautiful to him at this moment, he couldn’t get over it. Couldn’t believe this amazing creature was under his hands, finally. That she’d given herself over to him in this way so completely.

His dick was so hard it pressed against the rough denim of his jeans, almost as if it would fight to get out, and even in this state of raging, primal heat, his heart surged with emotion.

He’d never felt this way about anyone. This acute, nearly painful sense of burning desire and the need to hold her. Just fucking hold her tight and never let her go.

Fuck.

He set the knife on the table, slipped his fingers from her, and gathered her in his arms. But even the heat of her skin and the dizzying scent of her wasn’t enough.

Need more. Need to get closer.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back eagerly, her mouth tasting like sunshine and honey andher.

He left her sweet lips and moved to her breasts, burying his face in the softness, leaving a trail of kisses all over them, pausing to suck one plump nipple, then the other before trailing his mouth down her stomach.

She was really squirming now, pulling hard on her restraints, and he loved it, loved her struggle. Loved her exquisite fucking body.

But it wasn’t enough.

He could never get enough of her.

He swore as he grabbed the knife once more to cut her panties from her body and flung them to the floor.

Yeah. This would help. And then he’d need to fuck her. Hard and long, over and over. And even then, he knew he’d need more. Crave more. Die for more.

Lord help him.

CHAPTER 10

Micah gasped as Arrow cut her underwear off, her body nearly rigid with needy anticipation, not knowing what he planned to do, but she almost didn’t care as long as he touched her.

The knife play was such a mind fuck. She knew it would be—they’d talked about that during negotiations. But now that it was happening, her mind was blown. Her mind, her body. Her thoughts came in small flashes, overshadowed by sensation and emotion, so that none of it was as clear as she needed it to be.

I trust him.

This is fucking scary.

I can do this. I know what real pain is.

I need him to touch me.

I need him to kiss me.

I need him to fuck me.

Until I know I belong to him.

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