bite my neck, leave me bruised and ruined by your love until every inch of my body is singing of you.”
I pulled back to arch an eyebrow at her, impressed by her dirty audacity. Her blush spilled like wine from her cheeks to her chest, but she maintained eye contact despite her embarrassment.
“Okay,” I drawled. “My shadow wants to be ruined, I’ll ruin you.”
She sucked in a little breath when I pulled my switchblade out and flicked it open, but she held still, breath stuck in her lungs, as I dragged it from her neck down her breastbone and quivering belly to the apex of her thighs. I dropped to my knees, my nose level with her pussy so I could lean forward and drag it through the top of her curls.
“Smell like heaven,” I grunted as I dragged that sweet musk into my lungs and let it make me light-headed with raging lust. I dragged the blade lightly down the edge of her bush to that delicate skin on the inside of her thigh and groin. “One day, gonna shave you here so you’re stripped and so sensitive. Every breath, every pass of my steel and my cock will make you shudder and beg for more.”
She shuddered then, almost violently as I pressed the knife a little harder into the soft swell of her inner thigh, hard enough to draw a thin, red line. I followed it with my tongue to soothe the ache, then did the same on the other side.
She tasted like a peach, the soft fuzz, the sweet sticky juice running out to leak down her thighs right onto my waiting tongue. The explosion of flavour made me growl.
“You like the pain, don’t you?” I asked as I carved a small line into the skin above her curls, blood beading lightly like jewels over the wound. She panted so loudly it echoed over the driving rain hitting the side of the house, the patter of it falling through the still open window onto the wood floors. “You like the idea of being a bad girl for me.”
“Oh God,” she stuttered as I finished carving my name into her skin. She was barely bleeding, the wound wasn’t deep, but I soothed it with my tongue, loving the tang of her blood, needing more of it in my mouth.
Wanting it on my cock as I took her for the first time.
“You got the devil between your thighs, Bea,” I informed her as I pinned her groin to the wall with my splayed hand, the knife pressed between us, and opened her silken folds with the other. “You worship anyone, it’s gonna be me.”
I dipped my head to run my tongue up the center of her cunt and groaned into her sweet, honeyed flesh. I ate her like a glutton, sucking hard at her clit again and again until it swelled and throbbed angrily beneath my tongue, lapping up the juice that flowed peach-sweet and sticky from her center.
Her hands went to my hair, stroking it back from my face, curling over my ears. It distracted me, wounded me in a way I wasn’t ready for and didn’t like at all. I ripped my mouth from her succulent cunt and glared up at her.
“No touching,” I ordered.
It was too much, nails on a chalkboard.
“What?” she panted, her lower lip swollen and dark as a plum, bruised by the way she bit it to keep quiet.
“No. Touching.”
She blinked. “Priest.”
“No,” I ordered again before diving back into her pussy, rabid for the taste and feel of her moving against my tongue.
Any man with a god-complex only had to put his mouth between a woman’s thighs to feel like a motherfucking king.
Then her hands, again, tucked into my hair, stroking my bearded cheek.
I reared back, the knife clattering to the floor as I spun her and thrust her hard against the wall. She shivered but let me do as I pleased. My cock wept salty tears in my jeans, begging for release. Instead, I undid the pink silk ribbon tied in its bow at her wrist and wrapped it thoroughly between her two wrists after I crossed them. Once secured in an elaborately knotted bow, I considered flipping her back around, then caught sight of her arse.
Fuck. Me.
A true peach, round and perky, swelling from the twin dimples at her low back into perfect, bouncy relief. I groaned, adjusting my cock as I swiped a rough hand over the audacious fucking swell.
“You