He moves his hand from my face, letting his fingers dance along the front of my throat, drifting lower, over the curve of my chest, lower still.
I'm completely frozen, my eyes fluttering from the barely there sensation.
"Oh, look at that," he taunts, snapping my thong against my hip. "You're fucking drenched, Brigit. You do need this, huh?”
My brows furrow, the mocking in his tone and the insistent pressure of his thigh right against my cunt making me hot all over.
His teeth sink into my neck again, and I cry out, my hips moving against him, finally finding some relief in the pressure his muscled leg provides.
"There it is," he groans. “Come on, honey, do it again. Rub that pussy against me."
I try not to. Try to think and not fall prey to Cormac's expert touch and the desire I've been fruitlessly fighting for weeks.
But it fuckingachesnot to.
I push against him again, my chest brushing his, bringing us even closer.
"Sogood," he coos. "Oh, you're such a good listener when you need to come. Now, I'm gonna slice these cute panties off, and you're gonna keep sliding this little cunt up and down my leg until you scream."
"Oh, my god," his promise of delirious pleasure almost drowns out the other part of what he said. "Slice?"
His nose runs against mine as he nods, "Mhmm. I bet there's a knife right..." his hand near my hip slips between the couch cushions, "here."
"What the hell?" I hear myself mumbling as the iridescent steel shines in the light. "How did that get there?"
He chuckles, "No clue. Just knew it would be." Then the blade slides across my lower stomach, and the tender touch makes mefucking shiver. If I were in a more lucid state of mind, I might be able to wonder if he has weapons hidden throughout the entire apartment and when he could have put them there.
But right now, the only thought consuming my mind is how good it feels to be pressed against him, how wholly overwhelming he is.
The metal blazes a trail down my center, grazing my clit through the damp fabric, making my whole body tremble.
Cormac groans, watching with the focus of a hawk, those nearly black eyes locked on my skin and the blade tracing my opening with expert precision.
Across my thigh, the bite of it almost breaking skin makes me hiss, and then the tip slides underneath the strip of fabric over my hip.
He twists and pulls, and the sound of fabric ripping fills the air, joining our panting breaths.
Traversing across the dips and curves of my body, drifting across my clit again with a feather-light touch, he drags to the other side, repeating the motion with a clean, sharp slice, the straps of my panties falling free to my sides, leaving only a tiny scrap of destroyed fabric between my core and Cormac’s thigh.
With a self-satisfied hum, he closes the blade, tossing it onto the coffee table, looking over his work on destroying my underwear and any sense of self-preservation I had left.
Using a touch so delicate I almost can’t believe him capable of it, he reaches between us, using two fingers to grab the ruined fabric. Leaving only an inch of space between his leg and my dripping core, he slides my panties out from underneath me, holding them aloft with a wicked grin.
They join the knife on the coffee table, and Cormac’s full attention falls back to where his leg is near enough to my cunt that I can feel the warmth radiating off him.
He groans, placing both hands on the sides of my head, caging me in his arms as he looms over me.
His gaze falls on mine, hungry and victorious, just as his thigh meets the needy heartbeat thundering between my legs.
The slight pressure, just holding it there alone, is nearly enough to bring me to orgasm. Whether it’s the high of adrenaline or the fear or the slight burn of pain still radiating across every inch his knife kissed, I’m not sure.
All three, probably.
But no matter what it is, there’s no denying the proof of it, the absolutely guttural moan that escapes me immediately.
Cormac’s chuckle is downright vicious, “Yeah?”
The drive to tell him to shut the fuck up sits right on my tongue, but before I can, he presses into me, the muscle on his thigh grinding into my clit, pulling another needy moan from my throat.
