Page 93 of Make Her Bleed
"I didn't realize I was that thirsty," she says with shock across her face.
"It's the molly." I push her back down on the bed and she moans as I stalk up her body. Picking an ice cube out of the bowl, I trail it up her stomach, getting an even louder moan than before. "You need to cool down."
"What I need is to be fucked," she sasses like the brat she is.
"That may be so, but I'm not into necrophilia. We need to lower your temperature before we go there."
Aria doesn't speak, only moans and whimpers as I run cube after cube over her hot flesh, the melted droplets dancing across her flesh, until every inch of her is wet.
"Please," she begs.
I'll never get sick of how that word sounds coming off her lips. "Impatient, aren't we?"
I grab the knife and cut off the silk tie I used to bind her arms together before setting it off to the side. I lean over her as she whimpers for me.
"You still haven't fucked me."
"In due time. I still have a lot I want to do to you before then," I say before kissing down her neck, tasting the salt of her tears and her sweet natural scent.
Fuck. I could get drunk off of her.
I pull back to get back to work, but find she has the knife now pressed to my throat, determination in her ever-changing pupils.
This is a twist I didn't see coming. I'm so turned on by it that I let her play this out. Is she going to run? Is this her master plan of escape? Hold a knife to my throat. She knows I'm not afraid to die. I've been dead on the inside longer than she's been alive.
She presses the knife harder against my neck, pushing me back until my back hits the bed and she straddles my waist.
Hmm. Maybe this woman really is going to be the death of me. Seems fitting.
Instead of slicing into my neck and running, she works at my belt with one hand, roughly pushing the denim and leather out of her way to get at my cock.
"I don't give a fuck what you say," she hisses at me as she pulls out my dick, pressing it into her pussy. She moans out loud as she presses the knife harder against my neck. "Oh, my God. Your cock feels so good. I need it so bad. Let me have this before I lose my mind."
She's such a bad girl, and I love it. This is fucking everything.
I rip the knife from her hand, cutting into my neck, but the pain is nothing compared to her pussy around my cock. My lips crash into hers as I flip us over and pin her below me, the mattress forming below her.
"You have an affinity for knives, don't you?" I groan as I fuck her hard, driving her into the bed. She meets me thrust for thrust as I run the blade down her perfect tits, her pebbling pink nipples calling to me.
"Oh, fuck! So do you."
"I like cutting your skin and watching the blood trickle across your flesh, reminding me of your fiery hair. I like how your blood tastes, bittersweet and perfect."
I throw her legs on my shoulders as I go even deeper. Sliding my blade against her skin, I barely draw blood, just a few drops.
"Yes!"
Is she saying that to my cock or me cutting her?
I put down the knife and rub the blood into her skin, her alabaster skin taking on a pink tone. I'm addicted to it. I take the last drop of blood with my finger and bring it up to her mouth. She doesn't hesitate for a moment, taking my finger into her mouth.
She moans and whimpers on my finger as she continues to suck it like a small cock in her mouth. I ram my cock in time with the pace she does on my finger. When she speeds up, so do I.
I go by her pace and to be following her is euphoric beyond belief.
I chase the high, the great abyss waiting for us at the other end of the tunnel. It's right there. I can practically taste it.
I take my fingers from her mouth and slam my lips against hers as she claws at my body. Her nails dig into my skin until my blood coats our bodies.
