Page 60 of Out for Blood
The reminder of reality collides temporarily into the room, but I shorten the space between us anyway, extending my hand up to skim my knuckles down the curve of her cheek.
“This won’t take long.” My eyes roam over her body.
Lust is plastered over both our faces.
Then she starts peeling the tactical gear off, intentionally taking her time, piece by piece.
First, the boots hit the hardwood floor with a dull smack. Then her fingers move to the straps and fastenings, stripping away the layers that turned her into a weapon tonight.
My gloves come off next, dropped carelessly somewhere behind me while I watch her like I’m hypnotized by every movement she makes.
This isn’t just desire. It’s the only place either of us knows how to fall apart safely.
Her gear falls away until all that blistering tension is replaced by bare skin glowing beneath the low bedroom light.
I close the distance again, unable to keep away from her any longer, and let my hands find her shoulders.
My touch impatient as I spin her around until we’re both facing the massive mirror in the corner.
Her back lies against my chest while my hands trail down her arms, our reflections staring back at us, bloodstained, exhausted, and still clinging to each other like we’re the only thing keeping the other alive.
Crushing her body to me with one hand spreading over her stomach, grabbing her breasts, my fingers wander over to each nipple, twisting and teasing them, making them pebble as she pants with need.
Her head falls back onto my shoulder, exposing more of her throat to me as I kiss and bite along the column of it, leaving marks, wanting her concentration on this, on me.
The mirror in front of us fogs hazily with every heated breath.
Cassidy clinches her thighs together, battling to hang ontosome feeble thread of control, but another moan tumbles out of her.
My cock stiffens more, to the point where it is almost painful at the way she’s finally melting instead of shutting down.
Consciously, my hand leaves her body long enough to reach into my pocket.
The second I pull the knife free and flick it open, the hushed metallic sound cuts through the room.
Cassidy freezes.
Her eyes focus on the blade in the reflection before lifting to mine, full of want.
Desire and something darker in her expression now, recognition.
It’s about trust and control.
Giving her something stronger to focus on than the memories trying to claw their way into her tonight.
Quickly, I slice my left thumb open, deeper than a scratch.
The blood bubbles right away to the surface, “Suck.”
The blood begins sluggishly falling between her breasts.
At once, her lips close around the cut, warm and inviting as she swirls her tongue against it with an intensity that nearly snaps my restraint in half.
Her eyes flutter open, dazed with trust as they finally meet mine. No words pass between us; they don’t need to. The look she gives me is quiet permission all on its own.
I trace the edge of the knife along her shoulder just enough to leave a thin line in its wake, tracking as crimson trails down the front of her naked body.
I gather some of it up on the blade, spreading it all over before I bring it to my mouth, licking it while moaning and keeping her caged against me. She’s rocking her ass back into my cock.
