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“M-more,” I whisper desperately.
“We’ve got plenty of time. This is about me exploring my wife.”
Chapter 45
FINN
Song- Creature In The Dark Night- Dayseeker
She’s panting beneath me. Her chest heaving, the heart monitor spiking with every breath. Every moan.
All fucking mine.
I slide her black lace panties off and place them on the monitor.
She’s strapped to my rhythm now. Her pleasure is being recorded in real time, the final experiment.
But it’s more than that. She’s finally admitting to herself that she belongs to me.
My wife.
Putting her legs in a better position, her feet flat on the bed and knees bent, I open them up for me.
Her thighs are slick, her lips swollen, her wrists bound to the railings. Stripped down to skin and sweat and submission. Her pussy begging to be fucked raw.
She’s perfect like this.
Ravaged. Quietly begging with her body while her mouth still fights me.
God, I fucking missed her. It was one single day too long. I can’t deny I’ve got it bad.
I trace the fresh cut across her thigh with my glove, collecting the blood on two fingers and dragging it slowly over her clit. She twitches violently, the monitor going wild.
“You hear that?” I murmur, ghosting my lips over hers. “That’s your heart screaming for me, while your body bleeds for me.”
I slide two fingers inside of her, watching in fascination as her back arches off the bed.
Her eyes flutter shut, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip to keep herself from coming.
“No,” I growl. “You don’t get to finish until I say.”
She whimpers, giving in to me. Finally fucking listening.
Submitting to me, just as she was made to do.
“My good girl,” I whisper.
My cock’s rock hard and aching. But I won’t give in until she spills my blood. Not from my hands.
From hers.
I reach into my coat pocket and pull the scalpel free. Her blood is still coating the metal. With my eyes locked on hers, I run the flat edge along my tongue and do the same with the other side.
Ingesting her blood, so I am hers too.
Her breath catches when I unbind her wrists. She shakes them out, her gaze never leaving mine.
I hold out the blade to her.
