The worn handle appears matte under the moonlight, but the black blade shines beautifully when Dorran twists the weapon in his hand. I notice his initials,D.L., carved in silver on the switchblade’s handle, along with a very intricate set of designs around it, that look like a den of snakes at a certain angle.
I can’t believe I hadn’t paid attention to any of these details until now.
“Wow,” the word escapes me in a rush.
Dorran smirks as he once again twists the switchblade in his hand. “Solo gave it to me a month after Jayce and I started working for him,” he says. “Now I can’t even imagine going a day without this little fucker, let alone perform a kill with anything other than this blade.”
“It’s absolutely gorgeous,” I tell him. “And it complements you really well.”
“Thanks.” He grabs my right hand and presses a few kisses on my palm. “You sure you wanna do this?” he then asks.
I nod, and again, my breathing picks up.
Dorran flattens my hand, gives me a brief look, and touches his blade to the tip of my index finger. He then presses its sharp edge onto my skin, breaking it, and drags it down a little before pulling it back.
I flinch, and when blood starts seeping out of the small gash Dorran has given me, I look up at him.
“Do it, Little Swan,” he all but commands.
I shake as a sudden thrill courses through my body, and when Dorran gives me another roguish smile, I bring my hand forward and touch my bleeding finger to his mouth.
His eyelids flutter, and he groans when I drag my finger over his lower lip first, then slowly trace his top lip before retracting my hand.
With his chest heaving, and his midnight gaze fixed on me, Dorran starts licking his lips, and I watch – completely transfixed – as his tongue taints red with my blood.
If getting high on someone is a thing, then I’ll gladly admit that I’m hooked on every single thing this man does. He awakens something untamed in me; he makes me wanna throw morals out of the fucking window so that I can indulge in what my mind and body actually need.
“You taste so fucking good, Cignette,” Dorran says, then swallows and licks his lips again. “Like strength and glory – you tastedivine.”
His words of admiration are a song that travel over my harmonized skin, turning me on to the brink of madness.
“Kiss me,” I tell him.
Dorran grins. “Patience, Little Swan.” He flips his switchblade and offers it to me – handle-first. “It’s your turn.”
I take the blade from him, then run my eyes over him. I rise on my knees, ignoring the pain that shoots through my ribs at the movement, and Dorran stretches his legs out so that I can straddle him easily. His cock presses against the inside of my thigh, turning me on further.
“Can’t pick a spot?” he muses.
“Something like that.” I smile at him, and what he does next – it’s one of the most erotic things he’s done since I’ve known him.
Dorran tilts his head to the side, giving me full access to his neck.
His muscles flex and shift, and I swallow, restraining the urge to put my lips on him.
“You trust me enough to put yourself in such a vulnerable position?” I ask him.
He straightens his neck and looks up at me. “You could cut me open right now, Cignette, and I’d still trust you – have faith in you to put me back together.”
I cup his face with my free hand. “Why?”
Dorran holds me around the waist and shrugs. “Because I’m a sucker for you,” he says easily. “And trust me, it’s a little scary for me to admit that, but I’ve chosen to accept the idea ofthis,” he gestures between us, “instead of being afraid of it. We’ll just have to figure shit out as we go, and I think I’m okay with that.”
I laugh and shake my head. “And to think we’ve barely known each other for a week.”
“Sometimes the best things in life take the least amount of time to get hooked onto.”
“Mm…” I drag the tip of his blade below his right collarbone. “I’ve yet to determine that on my behalf.” I push the blade into his skin, but he just chuckles.
