Her hands fly to the headboard as her hips start to move slow at first. I flatten my tongue and let her ride it. I close my lips around her clit and suck until her thighs clamp around my head.
“Eiden—oh my—fuck—” Her words splinter into moans.
“Look at me,” I order, pulling back justenough for my voice to cut through her haze. She glances down, and I hold her gaze as I thrust my tongue into her again. “I want you to remember my eyes when you come. I want you to think about this every time you kill.”
Her head falls back with a gasp, and I know she’s close. I hold her in place, not letting her run from it, drinking in every shake, every sound, every desperate grind.
I fuck her with my tongue, relentless, holding her in place with my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. Her sweet taste floods my mouth, and I bite into the soft flesh of her thigh. She flinches but doesn’t stop, grinding down harder, chasing it. My tongue finds her clit again, and I seal my lips around it, sucking until her whole body begins to tremble. Her back arches, her hips jerk, and the tension in her breaks apart in a shuddering rush.
“That’s it, hellcat. Come for me.” My growl vibrates against her, and the sound tears through her as she spills onto my tongue. I take it all, swallowing her down like it’s the only thing that’s ever mattered.
She’s still shaking above me, breath ragged, candlelight flickering over her flushed skin. I grip her waist, lifting her from my face with care, and lay her back on the bed. My own body’s so tight it feels ready to snap. My hand slides under themattress until my fingers close around the knife I keep there.
Her gaze follows the movement, and when the blade catches the light, her eyes widen. Hellcat is etched into the steel.
“You named your knife after me?” Her voice is low, caught between flattered and wary.
“Yes.” I answer without hesitation, watching the rise and fall of her chest.
I crawl up between her legs, the bed dipping beneath my weight, and press the tip of the blade to her inner thigh with just enough pressure to dimple her skin before I draw a shallow cut. Warm red wells up, sliding over the curve of her leg, her gasp shivers through the air, pleasure mixed with pain, and her nipples harden beneath the shirt.
I strip it off her, slow, until she’s bare before me. My gaze drinks in every inch, her skin, her curves, the scars that mark her. I drag my finger through the trail of blood and let it gather thick at the tip of my finger. I let it drip onto her nipple, the red striking against her skin. Her breathing catches. I lower my head, tongue sweeping over her nipple until every drop is gone. I bite down hard enough to make her whimper. Her fingers twist in my hair, holding me there.
Our eyes lock. “You told me not to hold back,” I murmur.
She nods, pride sparking in her gaze.
I sit back, my thumbs hooking into the waistband of my sweats. I drag them down slowly, making her watch every inch. Her pupils dilate when she sees all of me, mouth parting.
“That… is not going to fit.”
I can’t stop the grin. “It’ll fit,” I growl, dipping my hand to her cut, gathering her blood before wrapping my fist around my cock. Crimson glistens along my length. “The blood will help it slide in easier.”
Her cheeks flush, her breath stutters. “That’s disgusting.”
I lean close, pressing the flat of the blade against her cheek, the steel against her hot skin. “No, hellcat… that’s us.”
She swallows hard, thighs pressing together. I part them with a firm grip, holding her open. “Feel that?” My cock rests against her entrance, heavy, twitching and wet with her blood and my precum, making sure she knows exactly what’s about to split her open. “That’s you on me before I’m inside you.”
I move the blade, trailing down her throat, her chest, over one tight peak before grazing the inside of her thigh again. I let the flat kiss her skin while my tip pushes forward, slow, breaching her inch by inch.
“Fuuuck,” I rasp.
She’s molten heat, squeezing so tight it’s a fight to keep control. My hand locks on her hip, the other still holding the knife against her thigh as if daring her to move. But I feel it. The brat isn’t moving her body, she’s moving inside!
“Stop… doing that,” I grind out through my teeth.
Her voice is breathless, tinged with that fake innocence. “Doing what?”
“That,” I growl, dragging the knife higher until it rests against her belly. “You’re already tight as hell, and if you keep milking me like that, I’ll snap and fuck you through the goddamn floor.”
I push deeper, control fraying with every stretch of her around me. Her nails rake down my arms, her head falls back, and I’m seated to the hilt.
Every inch of me claimed by her.
Owned by her sweet sin.
“Feel that hellcat?” I snarl against her ear. “That’s me splitting you open, and I’m not pulling out until every inch of you knows who you fucking belong to.”
