Page 51 of Bleed
“Yes.” She sighs, her body relaxing, her eyes closing on instinct.
“Then just feel.”
The covers flutter to the floor in a pile as I rip them off her and throw them out of the way, leaving her gloriously nude under my gaze. My hand roams all over her as I release her face, squeezing her flesh, pinching her muscles, groping her tits that now rise and fall faster, not with scared breaths, but ones giving in to what she needs. I’m frantically stripping off my clothes as fast as I removed the sheet and blanket, tossing them away too.
“Damien?” She asks, her voice meek.
“Yes, my love?”
“I knew you were the Reaper. Dad told me. It’s why I ran. I knew at some point you were going to take my mark, I just didn’t know when.” She confesses as I grip her hips tightly, pulling her underneath me farther, laying myself down on top of her, holding her down.
“You should have told me.”
“I was afraid. Because I loved you.”
“Do you still love me?” I ask her, licking her face, cleaning the tears that still wash down it from her wet eyes.
“Now more than ever.”
“Then shhh and let me make you feel better. The rest can wait till we’re done, and you’re settled. Then we figure out what to do to make sure you’re safe and with me forever.”
“I need the pain.”
“It’s coming. Easy.” I reassure her, knowing what she needs, and how to do it.
She needs to bleed, to feel the pain of my blade that she used to associate only with our kinky sex, before she knew what it’s really for. She needs to face her fears of me and who I am, while seeing that I will never take her from this world. I’ll only take her body and soul as mine, to cherish and love.
“Please.”
Her broken plea is the last thing I can bear. Reaching around my back, I remove my knife from its sheath. It’s clean, having not been used on Jimmy, and it shines in the midday sun that filters in through the window as I hold it up in front of her face.
It’s large and scary, but it’s not the weapon itself that she fears, it’s the nightmare she had, probably the same one I’ve been having, where she’s under me, and I’m killing her violently with this same blade.
Her pupils dilate and her mouth trembles as I bring the knife under her chin, letting the razor-sharp edge scrape against her throat, scratching the flesh just enough for her to feel the pressure and know how sharp it really is.
She’s felt this blade before, but in different contexts, and now as she gives herself to me in fear and love, I slide it across her skin every so lightly.
“Good girl. Breathe.” I coo to her, watching the first little red line appear on her flesh.
The little red dots that seep from the mark join together and form one drop that rolls down the front of her neck, landing in the hollow of her throat, making a little, dark red puddle that calls to me.
“You bleed so prettily.” I say, then dip my head down and flick my tongue into the divot, lapping up her essence, tasting her, showing her that every part of her is mine. “Just as yours is mine, mine is yours.” I say, sitting up and bringing the knife to my own throat, holding it there while her sight focuses on me and her blue eyes clear from the cloudy storm to understanding.
Her hand trembles as I grab it and wrap it around the handle of my knife, holding her fingers under mine, giving her control of the weapon at my most vulnerable place.
“Damien?”
“Do it with me baby.” I whisper to her, pressing our hands down, biting the blade into me. “I trust you, with my life, and you can trust me with yours.”
Together we slide the blade, opening up my neck with a deeper line than I made on hers. The blood pours from the wound, and she leans in, latching her mouth on it, sucking on it, kissing it, moaning as she does.
The feel of it is so erotic, the way she sucks my soul right from me as she drinks down my metallic essence. Like a baby nursing on its mothers tit, she feasts, also vampiric, relaxing her, making her hand fall from my grip, giving me back the control she knows she needs me to have.
When she lifts her face back up to mine, her lips coated in bright red, her tongue peeking out to lick it away, I slam my mouth down on hers, kissing her deeply as I bring the blade to her shoulder, slowly pressing in the tip.
She cries out in pain into the kiss, but she doesn’t stop me, in fact she stills and lets me push harder, piercing her, making her bleed from yet another spot. I don’t lick it away though, I keep her mouth with mine as I smear the blood over her chest, and lean into it with mine, crushing her under my body weight.
Her legs split open so easily as I wrap my feet around her calves and push. She cries in pleasure and pain as I settle between them, my cock thumping against her damp cunt, my chest pressing on her wet and bloody mess, and as I slide into her, I drag the blade down her bicep, cutting her again, feeling a rush of wetness around my dick.
