I run the knife down her throat, and Belle closes her eyes. Her nipples pebble beneath her old shirt as goosebumps spread across her skin.
Now I run the knife over her shirt, splitting it right in the middle like I’m about to perform open-heart surgery, and she squirms beneath my grip.
Sweat shines on her beautiful face, gathering on her upper lip, but her eyes remain closed. I can almost see the lights flashing behind them as she races toward her peak, falling into a different kind of abyss.
One filled with wonders and pleasures.
Her shirt rips open and now the fabric falls away to reveal her full, round breasts. I lick my lips, salvia dripping down my chin. It’s as if the last one hundred years have all been forgotten. One look at those taut pink nipples, and I lose all self-control.
But when did I have any to begin with?
I flick my tongue out, covering her in my scent, and I smirk as my spittle drips from her breasts. I’m marking my territory. I have scent glands on my tongue. Anything I lick becomesmine.
Take that, Grey, you winged asshole.
I lean over and take one of her breasts in my mouth, and Belle squeals when my teeth puncture the flesh. A tiny bit of blood escapes the wound, but I lick it away, kissing her tenderly.
Sweet and rough. I can be that for her.
I pepper more kisses down her abdomen, licking the sweat from her skin with my tongue, and she tastes like cinnamon.
I almost forget about the knife in my hand, which isn’t like me. It’s as if she makes me less insane. Less of a monster.
Once I reach the button of her jeans, I grab the knife and rip it off. It flies somewhere to my right, tapping along the floor, and I could kiss Enzo for ripping her panties earlier.
Now I don’t have to deal with an extra layer of fabric.
My beauty’s wet pussy is on full display.
All the breath leaves my lungs as I stare at that beautiful flesh between her legs. It splays out like the petals of a rose, and I’ve never seen anything so... so...
There are no words.
I almost don’t want to taint that pretty little rose with my knife. Sure, I’ve done worse things between those legs of hers, but that was a hundred years ago.
I’m not the same monster.
Still, my beauty wants my knife, so I will give it to her. Hard.
Flipping the blade around, I press the handle against her opening, and she bucks her hips.
“Fuck... d-don’t stop...”
Well, if she insists.
So further in I go until I bury my knife all the way to the hilt and holy shit. I’m fucking her with steel.
It’s the single most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
The blade of my knife extends between her legs, and I can’t help it anymore. I need to come.
Freeing my dick from the prison that is my pants, I run my hand up and down my grooved length, never taking my eyes off my beauty. Belle writhes beneath me, enjoying the hardness of my knife’s handle, and I never thought I would be jealous of a blade.
Stupid blade. I hate it almost as much as I hate that winged fucker, Grey.
I finally climax and now rainbows explode in my eyes as I cum all over her perfect body. It coats her breasts and her stomach, and before long she reaches her own crest.
She throws her head back and cries out her pleasure. I watch spellbound as she shatters apart on the cot, a knife sticking out from her pussy, and all I can think about is puttingbabiesinside of her.