Page 65 of Blood

“There,” he murmurs, expertly spinning the blade around in his hand. “Now I can see and play with those pretty pink nipples of yours.”

He lowers the dagger to my right breast and traces my areola with it, providing just enough pressure to leave behind tiny white lines.

A rod of electricity spirals through my body at the pure eroticism of this moment.

At any second, he could push down too hard and cut at my flesh. But I trust him enough to know that he’ll never hurt me.

Never.

The tip of the dagger caresses the very tip of my aching nipple, and the bud hardens under the careful ministrations. Fuck, I’m truly damaged to be getting off on something like this.

Dimitri watches my reactions carefully, his eyes scouring my face as if it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Slowly, with the same careful consideration Dimitri uses for everything in his life, he lowers his lips to my neglected breast and licks a careful circle around my nipple, never touching me where I so desperately need him to. His other hand continues to move the dagger back and forth, continually flicking the blade over my sensitive nub. It says a lot about his skill and self-control that he can do that without paying any attention. I should be scared.

But I’m not.

Not of him.

Restless energy skitters across my skin like static electricity, and it takes all of my self-control not to release the headboard and dig my fingers into his white-blond hair. I want to muss those perfect strands and make him appear just as desperate for me as I am for him. He’s fully dressed—sans his suit coat—and I’m in nothing but a pair of lacy panties.

How the fuck is that fair?

But then all thoughts of fairness and equality go out the window when Dimitri’s tongue flicks my nipple.

I jerk instinctively, my hands tightening around the headboard. “Fuck, Dimitri...”

“I figured you’ve been a good girl and deserved a reward,” he murmurs huskily as he begins to lap at my breast.

I feel the dagger leave my other nipple, but I don’t pay any attention to the blade until something sharp pierces my stomach, just below my belly button. I gasp, but Dimitri simply lowers the dagger until it’s directly above the waistband of my panties.

In one sure swipe, Dimitri cuts the material in half.

I whimper low in my throat, and Dimitri finally pulls his attention off my aching breast to kiss me. His eyes—as fathomless as a cloudless sky—ensnare my own as he kisses me hungrily, desperately, possessively. There’s a warning in his gaze not to look away, to maintain eye contact, no matter how badly I want to flutter my lashes.

When Dimitri finally pulls away from my swollen lips, I’m practically crying, and a deviant grin teases the corners of his lips.

He’s beautiful all of the time, but when he smiles...

When he smiles, he completely transforms, turning into something otherworldly and ethereal. Love for him blooms in my chest like a rose covered in thorns—so incredibly beautiful, yet capable of cutting me to pieces. He could destroy me as easily as he could sew my broken pieces back together.

“Dimitri,” I whisper, my fingers tightening around the headboard almost imperceptibly. “I love you.”

The smile slowly fades from his face. For a long moment, he simply stares at me, stunned.

“You...what...huh?” I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dimitri Gray flustered before. And I’ve certainly never known him to struggle with his words.

Months of suppressed want and desire and affection roar through me. “I love you, Dimitri Gray.” I can’t help but laugh. “Surely, you know that. You’re one of the smartest men alive. You couldn’t have been oblivious—”

Our lips collide like two pieces of flint rubbing together. Flames explode between the two of us. Burning. I’m burning for this man. At the same time, one of his fingers enters my tight channel.

I pull my lips away from his to gasp his name, and his smile turns positively lurid.

“You, Violet Dracula, are going to be the death of me,” he murmurs as he begins to kiss down my body, stopping to give each of my breasts attention. His tongue swirls inside my belly button, causing me to actually laugh out loud, before he arrives at his final destination between my legs. He reaches underneath both of my thighs and heaves them over his broad shoulders. This new position makes me feel almost vulnerable, but there’s so much worshipful devotion and reverence in his eyes that any self-consciousness I might’ve felt dissipates.

“I want to taste you, Violet. And I’m going to make you come so many times that you forget your own name. And then I’m going to fuck you over and over again until you’re apologizing repeatedly for daring to leave me.” His fingers tighten on my skin, desperation and fear written into every line of his wicked and beautiful visage. “You will never leave me.”

“Never,” I agree, but I don’t really know what I’m agreeing to. I’ll do anything to get his mouth on my pussy.

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