“I’m going to devour you, malishka,” I say, looking up at her as she gazes down at me. It’s rare that I’m so willing to be on my knees for a woman, but for Camilla, I think I’d do anything to have her.
Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink as she watches me with those honey-brown eyes which are so dilated there’s only a small rim around her pupil. “Then get on with it.”
I growl softly and sink my teeth into her inner thigh, making her yelp. “Be careful what you wish for.” I do the same on the other thigh and she shudders. And then I return my attention to her center, licking and nipping until she’s moaning like a whore.
When she least expects it, I bring the knife up and slide the serrated edge over the bite marks on her thighs, cutting through the skin until blood beads on the surface.
Camilla stares down at me with pure desire in her eyes. “Stop playing with me, sir.”
I lick the blood from her skin, groaning. “You taste delicious.”
Her lips purse together. “What part of me?”
“Every part.” I stand and kiss her roughly, my tongue thrusting into her mouth and forcing her to taste her blood and arousal. And then I pull away and look into her eyes. “Can you taste yourself?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “Yes, sir.”
I grab her shoulder and slide the knife through her skin. All the wounds I inflict are superficial, but I know how to draw a heavenly amount of blood without doing too much damage. “I want to paint both of us in your blood.”
Camilla’s eyes dilate as she braces her hand on my shoulder for stability.
“And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know what has hit you,” I murmur into her ear, letting my teeth graze it as I slide the knife over her back softly just cutting the skin as blood drips slowly down it. “Are you sure you are ready for this?” I pull back and gaze into her eyes.
Her bottom lip trembles as she shakes her head. “No, but I want you so badly.”
I growl and bite her shoulder hard, leaving marks where my teeth sunk into the flesh. “Turn around,” I order.
She does as she’s told, showing me her back and the small cut I inflicted. I drag a thumb through the blood, smearing it over her skin. The need to be naked and to have her blood against my skin drives me to undress as I pull off my tie, shirt, and jacket off first, discarding them on the floor. And then I unbuckle my pants and pull down the zipper, enjoying the way Camilla tenses as the sound.
The knife falls from my hand with a clang to the stone floor. “I’m going to destroy you, Camilla. Are you sure you are prepared for this?” I ask, as I drop my pants and kick off my shoes, standing in only my tight briefs.
She glances over her shoulder with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Face forward,” I bark.
Her throat bobs as she reluctantly keeps facing forward. “I’m prepared for anything you may throw at me.”
I drop my briefs to the floor and kick them to the side, my cock hard as stone and straining. And then I bend over and retrieve the knife before moving toward her and pressing the hard length of my cock against her backside, making her gasp. “Sir, I—”
I spank her ass hard. “No talking. I just want you to stop overthinking everything and enjoy this.” I grab her leg behind her knee and force it to bend, opening herself to me. Her body shudders as she panics, feeling as if she’s going to fall forward. “I’m supporting your weight.” And then I put the knife between my teeth as I use my free hand to guide the tip of my cock against her dripping wet cunt.
Her body becomes tense. “What are you—”
Irritation at her questioning me drives me forward as I thrust my cock into her tight, virginal entrance. I don’t give her a moment to prepare or overthink the moment as I tear her virginity from her in one quick moment.
She screams in pain, and the scream makes me harden inside of her.
I pull the knife out of my mouth with my free hand. “That’s it, scream for me,” I groan as I push my hips further forward, allowing the last couple of inches to sink inside of her. “I love it when they scream,” I murmur into her ear.
“You are insane.” I can hear the mix of pain, shock, and pleasure in her voice. “Would you stop if I asked you to?”
I bring the knife to her throat and exert pressure there, making her whimper in response.
“What did I tell you?”
“No questions,” she mutters.
I drag the knife lower and slide the sharp edge through the skin over her collarbone.