Dragging the tip of his knife down her skin, he scraped it across her pebbled nipples, and her hips came flying off the bed.
“You like that, darlin?”
“I have no idea why, it should hurt, and it does, but … in the best way. Does that make sense?”
“Perfect sense,” he assured her as he continued his exploration. His knife scraped the underside of her breasts, then dipped into her navel, before settling between her legs. The tip of his tongue followed the path the knife had made, licking up the thin trails of blood left behind.
There was a hitch in her breathing as she watched the knife between her spread legs, but her pupils were blown, and she whimpered when he hesitated. Keeping it light, he let the tip of the knife trail over her swollen bundle of nerves, and she moaned in delight. Who knew his perfect little genius virgin would be into knife play?
Never could have guessed this one.
Throwing her legs over his shoulders, Blade spread her wide open to him, blowing a breath on her bundle of nerves, making her shiver.
“Want me to taste you, darlin’?”
“Do you want to?”
Smacking her wet center with the flat side of his knife, he tutted at her. “Are you implying eating you out wouldn't turn me on?”
“Umm … no?”
Swiping his tongue over her to ease the sting his knife would have caused, he loved every hitched breath, every moan, every rock of her hips, as he started to lick and suck at her entrance and her bud. Teasing her, working her higher, bringing her pleasure he knew she couldn’t understand yet.
“Blade, it’s too much … I can't take more … it’s … it’s …”
“You can take it, stop thinking, feel,” he ordered, then closed his lips around her bundle and suckled hard, not letting up as he swept the blade of his knife up the inside of one of her thighs, and then down the other one, and she shattered for him.
With a shaky scream, she came, her body rocking beneath him, her cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink, her eyes falling closed as she lost herself to the sensations assaulting her body.
Without giving her time to overthink things, because he was pretty sure Whitney needed help getting out of her own head, he kept her legs over his shoulders as he shifted his position, so he could nudge her entrance.
“Watch me, darlin’, watch me take you.”
Her eyes opened, and her blue gaze locked onto his as he edged inside her. When she winced, his fingers found her bud, playing with it to distract her from the stretching pain. She never asked him to stop, and her hips rocked forward as he took his time burying himself inside her. She was so tight it felt like she was strangling him, and he had to cling to control so he didn't come like some adolescent who didn't know how to properly take care of his girl.
When he was completely inside her, he paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. Not to toot his own horn, but he was big, definitely a lot to take for a virgin.
It was only when she shot him an annoyed frown that he began to move.
No holding back. His sweet little genius wouldn't want him to do that. She was braver than he would have given her credit for, braver than she would have given herself credit for.
So he began to move, his fingers still played with her bundle of nerves, and his other hand moved his knife to her chest, above her heart, where he cut the shape of a heart above it, not deep enough to leave anything permanent behind, but he needed something on her that was his, a way to mark her.
With each thrust, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. The room was filled with the sounds of Whitney’s needy moans, and he could feel her internal muscles begin to flutter. Blade was holding on purely by force of will, waiting until his little genius came before he let go.
“Blade,” she whimpered, and he dug his knife a little deeper into her skin, giving her what she needed to break free from the confines of her mind and explode.
Nothing was more beautiful than the sight of Whitney feeling life rather than observing it from the confines of her big, beautiful mind. Her internal muscles clenched around him, setting off his own release, and her bliss-filled cries spurred on his pleasure, until it felt like it was never going to end.
It did come to an end, though, and when he looked down and saw concern edging into Whitney’s eyes, he felt his heart clench.
She regretted it.
About to pull out of her, clean her up, apologize, and go back to his room, he stopped when she spoke.
“Are you leaving now?” she asked like she already knew the answer.
Realizing her concern was because she thought he’d taken what he wanted and had no more use for her, he kept himself buried inside her as he lifted her legs down off his shoulders and lowered as much of his weight onto her as he dared.
