“It’s a risk to gift an accessory to an accessory designer.”
“Dylan, I love it,” she whispered, pulling the simple silver chain-link necklace, which matched his own, from the box. “How?”
“Well, I made this one, so it’s a one-of-a-kind.”
He smiled, clasping it around her neck. “I got mine as a way to remember home. I made one for you, to remember…”
“Remember what?” she asked, suspicion seeping into her tone.
“Remember the time we’ve spent together.”
The silence was unbearable. The tension rose slightly before she smiled, wrapping him in a hug.
“Thank you. I love it.” She inhaled his scent as if she would never get the chance to do so again. It almost felt like a goodbye, but she knew it wasn’t. She couldn’t let him go. Turning to face him again, she wanted to claim him. To bite him, sealing his fate with hers. To make him her soulmate. She could tell he wasn’t ready yet. He wasn’t sure of them, of her, and she couldn’t decipher why.
With a smile, he kissed her forehead, down her nose to her lips.
“I love you, Flora,” Dylan mumbled. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Dylan,” Flora moaned as his hands started to travel from the dip in her waist further south, gripping her ass and hauling her closer.
“Yes?”
“I think I lied about not having a knife kink,” she said. She could feel the rising heat around her eyes; her heightened emotions telling Dylan everything he needed to know.
Her hands followed the outline of one of his daggers in his belt. Chuckling, he reached back to grasp the one with the jade-colored handle, the one she liked the most.
“Are you sure 'bout that?” he asked lightly. Drawing the blade up her arm, he pressed down —not enough to cut her, but just enough to get her adrenaline going.
“Yes,” she gasped. Her body went rigid with want.
Laying her back on the bed, her top rode up her stomach. She felt her braids pressing into her back beneath her. And her chestheaved.
“You’ve been such a good girl, Flora,” Dylan said, beginning to draw the blade a little harder against her. “You want to get dirty?”
“Yes!” she moaned, trying to gain friction between their clothed hips. “Please...”
That was all he needed. He dragged the blade up her arm and to her stomach, just above her pelvis.
“A little blood never hurt,” he winked, finally drawing a light line of blood just above the edge of her pants. “Don’t want to get these dirty.” He proceeded to cut her pants off, starting with the side seam before ripping them straight off. With the pain of the cut matched with the anticipation of pleasure, Flora could hardly contain herself.
“I liked those pants,” she said, biting her lip. Damn, that was hot. She was left panting and bleeding under him.
“I’ll get you a new pair.” He leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to the line of blood he drew. It started to drip around to the sides of her. He took his tongue and licked the little trail of blood clean.
“I’m no vamp, but you sure do taste good,” he murmured.
Her hands found his head and gripped his hair tighter and tighter as each minute passed. Her body rocked when his tongue finally touched her skin, following each trail of dried blood back to its now closed source.
“It’ll heal in a couple of days.”
“I’m not worried about that, nowfuckme.”
“Your wish is my command, kitty cat.” Dylan helped her shirt up and over her head, then completely undressed himself.
He feathered kisses over her as he crawled up her shining body. “God, you are beautiful.”
“Oh, really?” she breathlessly said, smirking.She arched her back as he shifted to line their hips together.
