Page 227 of I Never Stopped Loving You

I lean forward leaving the knife resting against her stomach, and run my tongue along the cut on her breast. Her hips buck pressing the knife against my body, the steel still cool against my flesh.

“Fuck, Noah. Please!” she screams as my tongue circles her sensitive nipple before my teeth clamp around it.

Her screams fill the room. The sound carries so beautifully as it echoes off the log walls. The scent of blood and arousal mixes with the warm, smoky smell from the fireplace below. It’s overwhelming and erotic. The coppery taste fills my mouth as I lick, kiss, and suck her blood-stained skin. Metallic and sweet, a taste all her own.

I’ve never been with a woman who wanted to do this, who begged me to use my knife on her. I mentioned it to one other woman I was dating when we were discussing our fantasies and sexual desires. She claimed to be dark and said she was into some freaky shit. Well, her version of “freaky” was getting tied up and fucked. Nothing else. No whips. No paddles. No pain.

Her darkness was a mere rain cloud barely blocking out the sun. Whereas mine was a black abyss wanting to consume her screams. We were not the same.

“You bleed so beautifully for me, Willow. So fucking beautiful. Your pleas. Your trust. Your love. All of it is for me. Each scream, each moan, every fucking tear that rolls down your cheek. It’s mine. You’re mine.”

“Yes!” she screams as I click the vibrator up to a level eight.

“Say it!”

“I’m yours, Noah. Yours. Only yours!”

“That’s my good girl. My beautiful, perfect, Little Rabbit.”

I flip the knife around, grip the blade, then push the handle inside her all the way to the hilt in one thrust.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Oh, fuck. Noah!”

Her words come out slurred together, curses, pleas, and moans all at once. Her back arches, her head thrashes back and forth as all the air leaves her lungs. This handle is bigger than the other one, but her pussy stretches so beautifully around it. Only adding to the new memory we’re building together.

“Fuck. That’s it, Willow. Scream for me. I want to hear you come again.”

“Pl…Please, Noah…I…I can’t,” she pants.

“Say the word, Willow. Say it, and we stop.”

“Green,” she screams, not wanting to stop.

I click the vibrator up to a level nine, and I watch her body tense. No sound leaves her as her limbs straighten. Her lips part on a silent scream as I start to thrust the knife handle in and out of her. Bringing the rounded pommel right to the edge watching her clench around it before shoving it back inside. Watching as her next orgasm crashes over her.

Four.

Her voice finally cracks through, that beautiful scream ricocheting off the walls and into my fucking soul. I need more. I can’t wait any longer.

I slowly pull the handle out of her and set it on the bed. My hand is sliced open adding to my own concoction of pleasure and pain. The sting intensifies when I grip onto her hip smearing her skin with my blood letting it mix with the existing trails of her own.

“I love you, Little Rabbit,” I say calmly before I grab both of her hips and thrust inside her.

Her gasps are urging me on pushing me to go faster. I need to feel her come one more time. She can give me one more, I know she can.

I lean forward and rip the blindfold off. Her tear-stained cheeks and smeared eyeliner only enhance her beauty. Her raw, animalistic, chaotic beauty that I fucking love. The universe couldn’t have made a more perfect soul to match my own. She truly does complete me.

“You. Are. Mine.”

Each word is accentuated with a thrust of my hips, driving me deeper into her. I grab my knife, holding the blade near her throat again as she stares into my soul.

“Say it, Little Rabbit. I need to hear you say it again.”

I click the vibrator up to the max level and watch her body start to spasm beneath me. Her eyes roll back as she screams. I can feel her pussy tightening around my cock as another orgasm crashes over her stealing every last drop of energy from her body.

“I’m yours!” she screams one last time as her eyes close.

Five.