“You will take my knife the way you take me.”
He lets up, pulling out only slightly so I can regain myself through my labored breaths.
When I look up from my body covered in his blood, I meet those emerald eyes and say so confidently, “Recreate my scar.”
He pauses. “What?”
“Make it yours with that knife. Your lips have done a good job. But make it permanent.” I didn’t even realize how much I needed this until now.
I want him to make that scar his. Officially. With his own knife. So that way it can no longer belong to Ryan, but to Tyler. That way the only scar on my body was by a man who only brings me pleasure, never pain. By a man who loves me.
“Sunny…” he starts.
“Please, baby. Please. Make it yours.” I give him pleading eyes.
Slowly he removes the knife from me. My arousal coats the hilt, and I watch as he glides his tongue along it with a deep groan when he tastes me.
He grabs my jaw, tilting my head to the side so he exposes the scar on my neck. Cool metal is pressed against the sensitive skin.
“This is what you want?” he asks, pressing the knife a little harder as a prelude for what’s to come.
I nod with a breathy, “Yes.”
“If you’re going to bleed, then I will too.” He flips the knife so I can take it.
“Where?” I ask.
“Exactly where yours is.” He kisses along my jaw, the column of my neck. Clearly this idea seems great to him by the way his hard dick is pressing against me.
I grab the hilt of the blade and arch my hips, begging for him to push inside me. A dark chuckle reverberates through his chest as he grabs my hips and does just that.
“I want you to brand me,” he whispers.
He tilts his head back, exposing his neck for me. So selflessly wanting to feel my pain and make it his own.
When I don’t move, he chuckles again as he takes a nipple in his mouth, making me moan and arch into him. I drag the tip of the blade down the lines of muscles that build his back, noting the way he trembles with it.
“Again,” he demands when he sits up, still inside me,guiding my hand with the blade down his chest and abs. He hisses, even though I haven’t even drawn blood yet.
“Good girl. Keep going.” He cascades kisses along my body as I continue. “Make me bleed.”
Once I’ve finally grown comfortable with the blade in my hand and feel myself about to jump off the edge he’s been pushing me towards, he wraps his hand around mine on the hilt. Anticipation lights in his eyes when he guides our hands to the crook of his neck.
“Just a little pressure, baby,” he encourages me.
I push the knife into his skin, but it isn’t as fragile as mine, so I have to give more pressure. Then his skin pierces, and I see the crimson blood start to trickle onto his tanned skin.
“Fuck, yes just like that.” His hips start to thrust wildly.
The power completely obliterates me.
Of all the times I was convinced that small flame turned into an inferno, I was wrong. This moment is proof of that. The flood of power becomes everything inside of me. From the way my heart beats to the air filling my lungs to the very way my mind is wired.
It burns so deliciously that I’m arching myself in any way I can as screams rip through my throat. Pleasure that I didn’t know could exist floods my veins in fiery tendrils of power.
The knife drops from where I have it pressed against his neck, but Tyler snatches it before it hits the bed. Soon enough it’s pressed to my neck, exactly where I want it to be.
When I finally come through the smoke of the fire that set flame, I look up at him to see his blood trickling from his neck and onto my body.
