Page 49 of Caution Tape

My legs quiver from the sight of blood staining his skin. We’re now standing so close together I have to crane my neck to look up at his face. Temptation creeps on up me and my hand begins to shake, until he grips my wrist, keeping me steady. We let out deep, shallow breaths, gazing into each other’s eyes as an uncontrollable urge overpowers us.

Suddenly, we become one.

He pulls down his pants, bends down and lifts me from the floor, lowering himself onto the bed with me on his lap. I straddle him, still holding the knife to his throat as he rubs the tip of his cock up and down my wet slit. My breathing has become erratic, and my thoughts are racing. I continue to look him in the eyes as I sink onto his length.

“Fuck,” he growls, taking my ass in his hands and easing me up and down.

I try my best not to cut him open or kill him.

I try really, really hard… until I lose myself in a moment of bliss from the feeling of him throbbing inside me, and I lean forward, plunging the blade into his shoulder.

He groans out in discomfort, gripping my arm with bruising force. His eyes are wide, filled with a rage I’ve never seen before. I’m almost certain he intends on killing me now. Until he catches me by surprise, his lips curling into a smirk, and he grabs my wrist, urging me to go deeper.

I roll my hips, working him as I sink the blade into his flesh another inch. He lets out a choked groan, squeezing my wrist so tight I begin to lose feeling in my hand. Tightening my fingers around the hilt, I lean into his chest, applying more pressure to his fresh, bloodied wound. His cock swells inside of me, twitching with desire.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Nolan,” I moan, twisting the blade as he growls out in pain. “You’re bleeding.” His eyes darken, and he leans in, his lips mere inches from mine. “You’re bleeding just for me.”

Without thinking it through, I yank the blade out of his flesh, watching the blood spilling out, trickling down his bicep at an incredible speed. The sudden high I have is indescribable. I bounce on his cock, gripping his other shoulder with my free hand, my gaze entirely fixated on the warm, sticky liquid coating his skin. It’s so beautiful.

Beads of sweat roll down my forehead and a wave of warmth surges through me. I’m so hot. So turned on. So alive. I wind back my arm, holding the knife above my head as I ride Nolan with excitement, sitting back fully, accepting every inch he has to offer.

But it’s not enough.

Not now.

Not after the wonderful feeling of burying this knife inside him.

I lower my hand, the hilt firm in my grasp, my fingers now white and numb. The second I press the sharp tip against his abdomen, he catches my wrist and twists my arm around my back. I cry out, shrieking with discomfort as he pins my arm against my backside with such force I succumb, releasing the knife.

“Once isn’t satisfying enough for you?” he snaps, his jaw twitching with anger.

I look him dead in the eyes. “Why do you get to have all the fun?”

He wraps his arms around me and flips me onto my back. Suddenly, he’s fucking me hard, slamming into me again and again, his hips smacking against my pelvis, his breathing deep, the bulging muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing with each movement.

His arm is covered in blood, and it continues to bleed, beautiful red droplets splattering against me and the bedsheets. I breathe in the scent of copper and soak in the sight of blood smeared across our bodies. Before I can even make sense of it, I’m running my tongue along his bicep, licking the crimson, moaning loudly.

“Mm,” I purr, getting a new rush as the metallic taste mingles with my saliva.

With that, Nolan empties himself inside me, staring into my eyes intensely. I study him, watching as his jaw clenches tight. His eyes turn to small slits, and I sink beneath his scrutiny.

This heated moment full of lust suddenly becomes intimate. Sensual. His arms that were just holding up just seconds ago give out. Suddenly, his body is pressed on mine. Our faces are so close—his lips are right there.

My gaze lowers, locking on those full, pink lips, and I begin to fantasize about how they would feel against my own.

He leans in closer, tilting his head, his breath fanning against my mouth with each exhale. I swallow hard and struggle to find words.

Words. What are words?

No man has ever seen me. He’s the first, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

My thoughts are erratic. The tension is so fucking high. My blood is pumping. Ears are ringing. There’s a pull between us.

Still slightly hard, he moves within me, rocking back and forth, his pelvis creating friction against my clit. A soft moan escapes me. Sparks fly. The chemistry between us builds and builds. His body tenses against mine, and sinks into me with slow, gentle thrusts. My eyes meet his once more, and I grab the back of his neck, drawing him closer.

We inhale each other’s harsh, uneven breaths, and it’s suddenly a staring contest between us two mutual monsters. I ignore the warm, sticky substance against my palm as I brace his shoulder, pulling him to me, closing the small space between us.

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