Page 20 of Cut of the Dark Elf's Blade
He huffs out a laugh. “Let’s see then.”
I blink up at the ceiling, clenching the sheets in my fists. “What?” It’s a soft gasp, not even really a word.
He lifts up to stare deep into my eyes. He lifts the blade off my throat, and I suck in a deep breath–
Just as it slices down my torso.
I grit my teeth, trembling as I resist the urge to look down. He cocks his head, a smirk playing on his lips, and anger boils under my skin. “It’s better with that out of the way.”
He dips his head down, running his tongue down the center of my torso where a thin red line of blood mars my skin from where he split my shirt open. With a quick swipe, he cleans me up, the cut so shallow it’s already clotted even as it continues to throb.
My pussy does, too, as his tongue laves over the mark.
When he reaches the end of my torso, my breath catches in my throat, and he lifts the knife, placing it against the waistband just as he did that first night. One finger hooks in the fabric, and he looks up at me as he slices through it without hesitation.
The tattered clothes fall out of the way, leaving me bare to him. He presses the flat side of the blade to my thigh, the tip pushing in enough to send jolts of adrenaline through my body without causing any harm, and he leans in, inhaling deeply.
He chuckles softly, his breath cool against my exposed skin. “Oh, sweet girl. What a filthy liar you are. You are soaked.”
I push up on my elbows, glaring down at him. “Are you just going to stare or are you going to do something about it?”
His eyes flash, and then his arms are wrapping around my thighs, jerking me forward so that my hips are shifted up and he has better access. He never drops the knife in his hand, which is now pressed against my stomach as I’m pinned in place.
“I’m not just going to taste you,” he murmurs, leaning in to run his tongue over my inner thigh. “I’m going to destroy you for anyone else. After me, you won’t want another second that I’m not between your thighs, suffocating as I make you scream.”
He pauses at the top of my thigh, sinking his teeth into my skin and breaking the barrier. I try to not move with the blade pressed to my lower abdomen, and I hate the way that the pain makes me wetter.
“Oh, little liar, you’ll never spread your legs for another after I’m done with you.” He moves to the other thigh, licking up slowly. “I am the only one who will taste you.” His eyes seek mine out. “You aremine.”
He bites into my skin before I can protest, and I am seconds away from begging him to bring me relief. My pussy is throbbing, desperate for him, and I don’t care what he says right now. I’d agree to anything, give him anything, just to have his mouth on me.
“But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” I’m sucking in shallow breaths, trying to focus on not completely losing it when I feel the knife bite into my skin. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathe, the pain making me that much more needy. I shouldn’t want it, but I love the feeling of his knife on me. “You’re what I want.”
He growls violently, diving between my legs, and I groan as his tongue swipes up my seam. My hands fly to his thick, long hair, burying in the strands as he laps at me.
“Fuck,” I cry out, throwing my head back as he flicks against my clit. I’m already wound so tight that I know I’m not going to last long.
“So fucking turned on,” he murmurs as he pulls back, shifting his arms under me. “Just for me?”
I’m nodding even though he’s not looking at me. “Just for you,” I whimper.
He presses the flat of his tongue against my clit, dragging it up roughly. One of his knuckles pushes through my folds, teasing my entrance as he repeats the motion, and my thighs pinch together as my hips start to move.
I don’t care if I slice myself open on that blade. I will gladly go riding this man’s tongue.
“That’s it,” he coos, pushing a finger at my entrance. “Fucking come apart for the only man that can make you feel like this.Me.”He thrusts inside of me, and I cry out, my back bowing.
He latches onto my clit, suckling as his finger strokes inside of me. His teeth graze the sensitive bundle, making me crazy, and clearly I am because I reach down and grab his hand still wrapped around the handle of his blade.
He pushes another finger inside of me as he lifts his head to watch what I’m doing. His hand slams hard into me, making me choke as I bring the knife up, scraping it softly across my nipple.
Grinning, he speaks. “My little liar likes the danger, huh?”
I keep moving his hand across my nipple as he thrusts into me harder, faster. “Yes!” I cry out, my legs quivering. I’m so close. “Yes, yes, yes.”
With my free hand, I nudge his head back down, and he takes the cue. As soon as his teeth scrape across my clit, I feel my orgasm hit its peak. I’m just about to go over when I hear him speak. “Soak my face. Fucking cover me in that sweet cum that no one else can earn from you.”