Page 116 of Unravelling The Beast

I break eye contact by dipping my head and taking her stiff nipple into my mouth while pressing my blade firmly against the other.

I bite down hard on it before pulling it with my teeth until it can no longer pull, causing her to whimper, and then I suck it back into my mouth.

I bite all over her breast, leaving marks with my teeth, yet she welcomes it as she hisses and moans.

When I'm done being a nasty, sadistic cunt, I decide to do something I've never done before, but I really want to do it with her.

I sit back again and gaze down at her, my jaw tensing as I bring my hand up over her breasts and press my knife into my palm, causing her to gasp in shock.

"Arlo!"

I continue slicing, ignoring her pleas, until I've carved a perfect W into the centre of my palm, blood pissing the fuck out of it, and it starts dripping down onto her breasts.

I stare at it for a beat, almost falling in fucking love with it as it drips down upon her, and when I look at her, her astonished eyes meet mine.

I extend my bleeding hand and speak calmly.

"Arlo says, " Let me do yours."

Her beautiful brown eyes widen even further, and she casts a wary glance between me and the knife in my hand.

She swallows hard as I wait for her response. There shouldn't even be a fucking answer; I should just do it, but I won't tarnish her perfect skin without her permission; I'm not that much of a asshole.

After about a minute of stillness, she lets out a stiff breath and cautiously rests her hand upside down on my wounded hand.

I tighten my grip on her fingers before bringing my blade to her palm and when I glance down at her, I see she squeezes her eyes shut and turns her face away.

When I begin slicing down her hand, it shakes as her fingers stiffen and she lets out small whimpers, but I try to make it as quick as possible for her. Once I'm done, I flick my blade closed and toss it onto the bed.

Her bright, red blood streams down my fingers and wrists, and I notice her gradually opening her eyes, but I'm hypnotized by it. I've always been mesmerized by the sight of blood, but hers is far more beautiful.

As I gently release her hand, she turns it to face herself, and when she sees I've carved an A into her palm, she looks deep into my eyes, a mixture of disbelief and confusion lingering within her big brown orbs.

I swiftly grasp her hand and turn it before pressing my palm to hers, and we tightly entwine our fingers together, allowing our blood to combine and unite.

I then force her hand down onto the bed beside her head before moving between her knees, which she opens wide for me.

I pant heavily, frustrated, as I take my already stiff cock and guide it to her pussy, but I don't press into her yet.

As I hover over her, I grab her other hand, entwining our fingers, and pin it beside her head as well.

She looks up at me as I bend my head and place my lips on hers. We kiss passionately, and I get so engrossed in it that I soon find my body laying on top of hers, and I drive my solid cock deep into her without warning.

She gasps into my mouth before continuing the passionate kiss, and I start giving her deep, slow thrusts with my dick.

I let go of her unwounded hand, still holding our wounded hands together, and draw back to look at her while I fuck her slowly, placing my hand on her jaw and placing the pad of my thumb against her lower lip.

We stare deeply into each other's eyes as I lean my forehead against hers. Both of us breathe heavily, and I slowly fuck her.

Ituck Cree into bed for his afternoon nap, and he yawns as he rubs his tired eyes.

"I'll come get you in a couple of hours, okay?"

"Okay, Wren."

I lean down, kiss his forehead, and smooth his curly hair while he whispers gently.

"Love you, Wren."

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