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Every part of me tensed as he added pressure to the blade.
My skin resisted.
Pain intensified.
The dagger won.
I cried out as he cut me.
Too many feelings at once.
Too many sensations.
I couldn’t keep track of them all.
They all spiralled into one ball of fire, and blood, and need.
“Three lines. Just three.” Dragging the dagger over my skin, he sliced me with a steady, focused hand. Blood trickled, rolling hotly toward my hipbone. The first line scrambled my every thought. The second shoved me straight into spiritual salvation. And the third…it scribed me with everything I shouldn’t want…building, building, building.
I strained in my bonds, scratchy and achy and going out of my mind.
Henri let out a savage snarl as he licked up my blood. His tongue flat and heavy, licking me clean with every long swipe.
I pulsed in time to the blood throbbing in my punishments.
I trembled.
I ached.
I’d never felt this way. This unbound. This honest. This free.
Tossing the knife away, he fisted the vial and yanked out the small cork.
Without a word, he sprinkled sapphire dust on the three lines—two vertical, one horizontal—sealing up the wound with glimmering blue, coagulating with the red of my blood.
Victor wasn’t the first to do such a thing.
In my studies, I’d come across many indigenous people who used gemstone dust to harness the properties of the stone and alter their physical capabilities. Victor was right that gemstones were antibacterial, antiseptic, and often used in healing modalities.
The thought of forever having sapphires in my skin? It intrigued me. Perhaps I’d inherit the metaphysical properties of the blue stone and gain wisdom, intuition, and spiritual insight.
Or maybe it would do nothing more than brand me with Henri’s mark—
Sudden wetness.
Aggressive heat.
My thoughts scrambled as Henri’s tongue dipped inside me again.
The three stinging lines on my thigh faded. The punishment from the whip meant nothing.
His tongue was everything. Deep and worshipping, addictive and all-consuming.
I groaned as a flush of sick, sick desire made my entire body contract.
“Christ, you have no idea what this is doing to me.” His voice sounded utterly inhuman. “Your blood. Your taste. I can’t wait any longer. I can’t fucking do this.”
Breathing hard, he flipped the lever.
