Suddenly, I pull away from her and get up to go to the kitchen.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks furiously.
I can’t help but smirk knowing how much control I have over her in this moment.
“Don’t move,” I call back into the living room.
From the knife block by the stove, I grab the largest one before going back to Essence. Her face is red and sweaty, and she starts to say something, but when she sees the blade in my hand, she stops. A whole host of emotions runs across her face before settling on the one that I care about: desire.
When I'm crouched in front of her again, I hold it up for her to see. Her dark brown eyes get wider as the morning sunlight gleams off the sharp blade.
“May I?” I ask softly.
Seeming lost for words, she simply nods and lays back down, her eyes not once leaving the knife. She must be shocked that I grabbed it, and while I don’t blame her, it probably wasn’t the best thing to do right now when I'm trying to keep my other half hidden from her.
“Dante,” she whispers, eyes still laser-focused on the knife.
“Do you want me to hurt you, baby?”
She swallows roughly and nods.
I smile. “Good. Lay back and let me take care of you.”
When she does what I say, I growl and murmur, “Good girl.”
Her breathing quickens at my words, and when I finally press the tip of the knife into her soft, sweet flesh, I'm afraid she’s going to pass out.
“Ready?” I ask her.
When she nods, I dig in until I draw blood. She cries out from the pain, but the cries quickly dissolve into moans as I resume feasting on her sweet pussy.
I know it sounds corny, but this is what I've been waiting for my whole life. I’ve never been able to find a woman to satiate my dark cravings, but when I found out Essence has desires asdark as mine, I was hooked. Sex just isn’t as satisfying if I’m not cutting someone.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Essence breathes, grinding her hips.
I continue making small surface cuts to her thighs before reaching up and nicking the tip of her nipple; she gasps from the sensation.
My erection is straining against my pants so hard I want to burst, but I won’t stop until my flower has come again.
Her moans reach the most perfect crescendo, and her body is covered in bloody cuts, and just when her climax is about to overtake her, her phone rings.
Normally, I wouldn’t answer it mid-head, but the smart voice on her phone announces that Evan is calling, so I take it out of my pocket.
Essence gasps again. “No!”
Too late—I've already accepted the call.
“Hello?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
Essence mouths to me to hang up the phone, but I only smirk and lick her again; she claps a hand over her mouth to keep from moaning.
“Who the hell is this?” Evan croaks from the other end.
I grin and hold the phone between my ear and shoulder. With one hand, I continue cutting into Essence, and with the other I slide two fingers inside of her while using my thumb to stroke her clit. She groans against her hand and her eyes roll back.
“It’s Dante, the man that just beat you into the next dimension, remember?”
There’s a rustling on the other end, and then Evan groans. He must be trying to sit himself up.
